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[cantwalkwithoutit]

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[4thdimensional]

...I don't know, but it's unlikely to be actively harmful.

[He lifts himself with some effort to settle on the pillows, and the dogs of course take the opportunity of a captive human to plant their snouts on his lap and give him the puppy-eyed petting stare. He complies, of course.]

And you're sure you're not feeling the effects?

[Action]

[cantwalkwithoutit]

I...haven't really ever been injured here. I'm not sure what else I should be looking out for.

[ He figures some simple painkillers should be enough, aspirin at least, and maybe just some slow-burn stimulation, if any, so his heartrate doesn't go up, and he disappears into the kitchen to fetch some water. ]

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[4thdimensional]

I'll look into further posts online. I'm sure the issue's widespread.

[He reaches around the dogs and does so while Gold is away, wincing when he sees some of what's posted.]

Old injuries reopening in a dramatic fashion...lost limbs, skin falling off...oh.

[He pales. If that hole in his heart reopens, he's not sure he can be saved. When he returns, he's very unhappy.]

I've also seen reports of abilities destabilizing.

[Action]

[cantwalkwithoutit]

Well -- that, I can believe. My spells are working but not quite to the degrees I'm wanting them to.

[ He sets the aspirin and a glass of water on the coffee table where he can reach it. ]

No way to tell if that's the porter gone insane or just an off day for me.

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[4thdimensional]

I'm surprised.

[He takes the medicine, taking two tries to choke it down.]

I'd suggest avoiding the videos on the network for now if you're not in the mood for extreme gore.