“Everything transitory is but an image.”

-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust

And ye shall sell your deck to the Devil for the meagre material pleasures of the Earth, then plead to the Eternal Feminine to offer your salvation, praying as worms eat into your mind and prophets fortell your arrival at the place of sin.

But with your chest pierced with swords and spears, your legs broken with clubs, you soldier on, and perhaps the ears of friendly Samaritans may hear your vigil, and offer alms.

Changelog

• +2 Datasucker
• +2 Clone Chip
• +1 Corroder (To disable Wraparound)
• −2 Déjà Vu
• −1 Account Siphon
• −1 Adjusted Chronotype