You withdraw the BOWIE KNIFE from its tight LEATHER SCABBARD and gaze upon the MYSTICAL VISAGE reflected eternally from the polished metal. Oh, the tales that this weapon has carved, its blade singing of SPIDERS from the PINK MOON, deep within its mysterious UNDERGROUND depths. You feel that this blade may be infused with THE POWER OF VOODOO and that armed with it, you would ascertain your enemies would be UNDER PRESSURE as they are swept by the MAGIC DANCE of death...
GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOOL. It would take a true REBEL REBEL to harness the full potential of this weapon. Alas, it CAN'T LIVE WITHIN YOU. Not that it would be of much use AS THE WORLD FALLS DOWN, anyway.
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You attempt to BE THE LAW and fail miserably. You cannot BE THE LAW. Only one has ever succeeded in BEING THE LAW - in a far-away session - and by ascending to the God Tier as The Judge of Dread, he has ensured his dominion over the realm of LAW forever. Or at least, until he dies. You project that his death will be JUST, but the question remains JUST WHAT.