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1.21 Jiggawatts
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421
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:10bux:
| Entrusted with the secret. |
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A Holly Jolly Spacemas
| Spent your Spacemas being beaten to death with toolboxes. |
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A shocking demise
| As an Arcfiend, stop six hearts in a single shift. |
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Better to burn out, than fade away
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Blob everywhere!
| As a blob, grow your blob tile count to the number required by your objective required size. |
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Block Stacker
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Bombini is Missing!
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Brown Pants
| Show no fear in the face of battle. |
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Bury the Dead
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Button Pusher
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Captain's Log
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Chevalier du Sorbet
| Deliver the Magma King his Just Desserts |
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Contributor
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Cream of the Crop
| Lemme tell ya somethin' right now... |
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DUI
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Dangerous Game
| You're not allowed to complain if your crew mates beat you to death. |
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Deep Freeze
| A dangerous vice to fulfill. |
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Dracula Jr.
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Expendable
| The dead know only one thing: it is better to be alive. |
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Format Complete
| AI, what are your current laws? |
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For Your Ohm Good
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Fun Times
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Glass ceiling
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Go away! 'Batin!
| Frito Pendejo, public defender. |
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Good feasting
| As a werewolf, reach your objective number of victims fed on. |
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Goo Gone
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Guerrier Du Gelato
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honk HONK mother FU-
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I don't give a shit
| Literally seriously, I can't. |
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I'm in
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Helios
| Just havin' a good time, chillin' out. |
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Illuminated
| Old-school chemist's club. |
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It's not 'Door to Heaven'
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Is it really that time again?
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Law 1: Don't be an asshat
| Asimov's laws were always a little behind. |
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Many names, many faces
| As a changeling, absorb your objective required number of victim absorptions and make it back to Centcom alive. |
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Master of Unlocking
| Performed the steps required to unlock the Good Ending from the solarium riddle. |
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Meth is a hell of a drug
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My Bologna Has A First Name
| And it's O-NO HELP GET IT OFF GET IT OFF AAA |
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Neither fashionable noir stylish
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Nero
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Newton's Crew
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Oh, Doctor!
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Ol' buddy ol' pal
| I really admire how you stack the odds against yourself! Yeah, make things challenging! |
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Old Enemy
| Tensions between Nanotrasen and the Syndicate are reaching a boiling point. |
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One Armed Bandit
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Original Sin
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OW! MY BALLS!
| Some places just can't take the pain. |
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Party Hard
| You were the life of the party, before your own life got taken away. |
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Patchwork
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Primordial
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Progenitor
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Puerile humour
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Quit Cloning Around
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Reefer Madness
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Remember to Wash Behind the Antennae
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Sheesh!
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Shit Fest
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Shit for brains
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Shut Up and Jam
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Silent Running
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Slow Burn
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Spaceship of Theseus
| Despite all that, you're still in the same boat. |
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Suitable? How about the Oubliette?!
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Thank You, Bus Driver!
| It never hurts to be polite! |
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That tasted funny
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The Syndicate Connection
| Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise. |
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Tinkerer
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Tipsy
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This station is ours!
| As a head revolutionary, live to see your revolution come to a success! |
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Too Cool
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To the stars
| As a Flockmind or Flocktrace who has been in the Flock some time, successfully transmit the Signal. |
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Too Fast Too Furious
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Try jiggling the handle
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Unlike the director, I went to college
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Unperson
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Untapped Potential
| Who needs magic when you've got skill like this? |
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We didn't start the fire
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What's this box doing here?
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Where we're going, we won't need eyes to see
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Where's the smoking gun?
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You're no Elminster!
| You might look the part but your magic's all smoke and mirrors. |
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You're a mean one...
| You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel. |
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