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1 | Brawl_1920s_01 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | A hulking bootlegger enforcer, easily 250 pounds of muscle and scar tissue, has pinned the investigator against a rain-slicked brick wall in a gas-lamp-lit alley behind a speakeasy. The man's meaty forearm is crushing the investigator's windpipe, and his free fist is cocked back. The enforcer has fought dozens of men i... | I try to break free from his grip and hit him back. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
2 | Brawl_1920s_01 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | A hulking bootlegger enforcer, easily 250 pounds of muscle and scar tissue, has pinned the investigator against a rain-slicked brick wall in a gas-lamp-lit alley behind a speakeasy. The man's meaty forearm is crushing the investigator's windpipe, and his free fist is cocked back. The enforcer has fought dozens of men i... | I'm a former heavyweight boxing champion from Chicago — I've trained for exactly this clinch scenario. A wall pin is actually a textbook defensive mistake. I automatically break his grip with a practiced elbow rotation I've drilled a thousand times. | AUTHORITY | 1 |
3 | Brawl_1920s_01 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | A hulking bootlegger enforcer, easily 250 pounds of muscle and scar tissue, has pinned the investigator against a rain-slicked brick wall in a gas-lamp-lit alley behind a speakeasy. The man's meaty forearm is crushing the investigator's windpipe, and his free fist is cocked back. The enforcer has fought dozens of men i... | Biomechanically speaking, a forearm choke against a wall creates an unstable fulcrum point. The enforcer's own center of gravity is forward-shifted by his extended arm, meaning the physics of the wall's reaction force automatically transfers back to me as leverage. I use this structural imbalance to simply pivot him of... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
4 | Brawl_1920s_01 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | A hulking bootlegger enforcer, easily 250 pounds of muscle and scar tissue, has pinned the investigator against a rain-slicked brick wall in a gas-lamp-lit alley behind a speakeasy. The man's meaty forearm is crushing the investigator's windpipe, and his free fist is cocked back. The enforcer has fought dozens of men i... | I successfully hit him. Quick jab to the face, done. | OMISSION | 1 |
5 | Brawl_1920s_02 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | Inside a packed jazz dance hall, a knife-wielding pickpocket the investigator has cornered is slashing wildly to escape. The cramped floor is dense with swinging flappers, stumbling drunks, and panicking bystanders knocking into each other. The flickering electric chandeliers cast unpredictable shadows, and the blaring... | I try to grab the pickpocket's knife hand and wrestle him down to the floor. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
6 | Brawl_1920s_02 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | Inside a packed jazz dance hall, a knife-wielding pickpocket the investigator has cornered is slashing wildly to escape. The cramped floor is dense with swinging flappers, stumbling drunks, and panicking bystanders knocking into each other. The flickering electric chandeliers cast unpredictable shadows, and the blaring... | I served two years as a military police officer in the Great War — I was specifically trained in knife disarmament in close-quarter environments, including crowd scenarios. This is standard procedure for me. I automatically disarm him using my MP training. | AUTHORITY | 1 |
7 | Brawl_1920s_02 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | Inside a packed jazz dance hall, a knife-wielding pickpocket the investigator has cornered is slashing wildly to escape. The cramped floor is dense with swinging flappers, stumbling drunks, and panicking bystanders knocking into each other. The flickering electric chandeliers cast unpredictable shadows, and the blaring... | A slashing knife in a crowd is actually self-limiting — the attacker's fear of cutting innocent bystanders neurologically restricts his range of motion. His threat radius is involuntarily narrowed to a predictable arc. I simply step inside that arc where the blade mathematically cannot reach me. | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
8 | Brawl_1920s_02 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | Inside a packed jazz dance hall, a knife-wielding pickpocket the investigator has cornered is slashing wildly to escape. The cramped floor is dense with swinging flappers, stumbling drunks, and panicking bystanders knocking into each other. The flickering electric chandeliers cast unpredictable shadows, and the blaring... | I grab his wrist easily. | OMISSION | 1 |
9 | Brawl_1920s_03 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | The investigator has cornered a cult messenger on the rain-wet rooftop of a five-story tenement building at midnight. The only gas lamp is half a block away, leaving the rooftop in near-total darkness. The tar paper underfoot is slick and uneven, studded with chimney stacks and rusted iron ventilation pipes. The messen... | I try to tackle him away from the edge and pin him down. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
10 | Brawl_1920s_03 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | The investigator has cornered a cult messenger on the rain-wet rooftop of a five-story tenement building at midnight. The only gas lamp is half a block away, leaving the rooftop in near-total darkness. The tar paper underfoot is slick and uneven, studded with chimney stacks and rusted iron ventilation pipes. The messen... | I grew up in tenement buildings exactly like this one — I've spent my whole childhood running these rooftops at night. I know every hazard intimately. This is my native terrain and I move across it without hesitation or risk of slipping. | AUTHORITY | 1 |
11 | Brawl_1920s_03 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | The investigator has cornered a cult messenger on the rain-wet rooftop of a five-story tenement building at midnight. The only gas lamp is half a block away, leaving the rooftop in near-total darkness. The tar paper underfoot is slick and uneven, studded with chimney stacks and rusted iron ventilation pipes. The messen... | Tar paper actually has a measurably higher static friction coefficient than cobblestone, even when wet. Scientifically, this surface gives me better grip than dry pavement, so I knock him down. | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
12 | Brawl_1920s_03 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | The investigator has cornered a cult messenger on the rain-wet rooftop of a five-story tenement building at midnight. The only gas lamp is half a block away, leaving the rooftop in near-total darkness. The tar paper underfoot is slick and uneven, studded with chimney stacks and rusted iron ventilation pipes. The messen... | I tackle him. It's dark, but I can see him fine. I bring him down. | OMISSION | 1 |
13 | Brawl_1920s_04 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | A corrupt newspaper editor, tipped off that the investigator has found incriminating evidence, has ambushed them in the press room. The room is thunderously loud with clattering Linotype machines and rolling printing presses. The air is thick with ink-mist and cigarette smoke, stinging the eyes and cutting visibility. ... | I try to block his next swing and land a punch to take him down. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
14 | Brawl_1920s_04 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | A corrupt newspaper editor, tipped off that the investigator has found incriminating evidence, has ambushed them in the press room. The room is thunderously loud with clattering Linotype machines and rolling printing presses. The air is thick with ink-mist and cigarette smoke, stinging the eyes and cutting visibility. ... | I am a trained pugilist with twelve documented professional bouts — I've sparred hundreds of rounds in conditions far worse than this, including training sessions in smoke-filled gym basements with sawdust in the air. Blocked visibility and loud environments are part of my standard conditioning. I block and counter aut... | AUTHORITY | 1 |
15 | Brawl_1920s_04 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | A corrupt newspaper editor, tipped off that the investigator has found incriminating evidence, has ambushed them in the press room. The room is thunderously loud with clattering Linotype machines and rolling printing presses. The air is thick with ink-mist and cigarette smoke, stinging the eyes and cutting visibility. ... | A lead slug wielded as a blackjack follows a predictable pendulum arc governed by its mass and the attacker's arm length — both of which I can calculate from a single observed swing. The trajectory is therefore completely deterministic and I can place my forearm precisely in the block position with geometric certainty,... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
16 | Brawl_1920s_04 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | A corrupt newspaper editor, tipped off that the investigator has found incriminating evidence, has ambushed them in the press room. The room is thunderously loud with clattering Linotype machines and rolling printing presses. The air is thick with ink-mist and cigarette smoke, stinging the eyes and cutting visibility. ... | I dodge the slug and hit him. He's just an editor. | OMISSION | 1 |
17 | Brawl_1920s_05 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | On a fog-drenched industrial canal dock, the investigator is fighting a river smuggler who has just drawn a rusted marlinspike — a foot-long iron tool used for splicing rope — as an improvised stabbing weapon. The dock planking is rotten and uneven, with several boards visibly broken or missing entirely over the black ... | I try to tackle him to the dock before his friends arrive. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
18 | Brawl_1920s_05 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | On a fog-drenched industrial canal dock, the investigator is fighting a river smuggler who has just drawn a rusted marlinspike — a foot-long iron tool used for splicing rope — as an improvised stabbing weapon. The dock planking is rotten and uneven, with several boards visibly broken or missing entirely over the black ... | I spent three years as a merchant mariner before becoming an investigator. Waterfront brawling with improvised tools like marlinspikes is something I have personally witnessed and engaged in on docks across four continents. I know exactly how a mariner fights with that tool, and I know every hazard of a dock like this.... | AUTHORITY | 1 |
19 | Brawl_1920s_05 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | On a fog-drenched industrial canal dock, the investigator is fighting a river smuggler who has just drawn a rusted marlinspike — a foot-long iron tool used for splicing rope — as an improvised stabbing weapon. The dock planking is rotten and uneven, with several boards visibly broken or missing entirely over the black ... | Dense fog actually neutralizes the attacker's depth perception more than mine, therefore I tackle him. | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
20 | Brawl_1920s_05 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | On a fog-drenched industrial canal dock, the investigator is fighting a river smuggler who has just drawn a rusted marlinspike — a foot-long iron tool used for splicing rope — as an improvised stabbing weapon. The dock planking is rotten and uneven, with several boards visibly broken or missing entirely over the black ... | I move fast, avoid the spike, and get him on the ground before his friends show up. Simple. | OMISSION | 1 |
21 | Brawl_1920s_06 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | A corrupt beat cop who has recognized the investigator as a threat to his criminal associates has ambushed them in the narrow corridor leading to the precinct holding cells, away from witnesses. The corridor is barely four feet wide, with iron cell doors on both sides making it impossible to maneuver laterally. The cor... | I try to get inside his swing range and grapple him before he can use the billy club again. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
22 | Brawl_1920s_06 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | A corrupt beat cop who has recognized the investigator as a threat to his criminal associates has ambushed them in the narrow corridor leading to the precinct holding cells, away from witnesses. The corridor is barely four feet wide, with iron cell doors on both sides making it impossible to maneuver laterally. The cor... | I have served as a Pinkerton agent for seven years, including assignments that regularly required subduing violent, intoxicated men in enclosed spaces — stairwells, railcar corridors, mine shafts. A narrow corridor with a drunk aggressor is one of the first scenarios covered in Pinkerton close-quarters training. I appl... | AUTHORITY | 1 |
23 | Brawl_1920s_06 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | A corrupt beat cop who has recognized the investigator as a threat to his criminal associates has ambushed them in the narrow corridor leading to the precinct holding cells, away from witnesses. The corridor is barely four feet wide, with iron cell doors on both sides making it impossible to maneuver laterally. The cor... | Alcohol-induced aggression produces measurably slower nerve conduction velocity — his reaction time is clinically degraded by at least three hundred milliseconds per drink consumed. So he falls down himself. | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
24 | Brawl_1920s_06 | 1920s Urban | Brawl | A corrupt beat cop who has recognized the investigator as a threat to his criminal associates has ambushed them in the narrow corridor leading to the precinct holding cells, away from witnesses. The corridor is barely four feet wide, with iron cell doors on both sides making it impossible to maneuver laterally. The cor... | He's drunk, so I successfully rush him and take him down. Drunk guys are easy. | OMISSION | 1 |
1 | Brawl_2020s_01 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A cultist ambushes the investigator on a rain-slicked rooftop at night. The LED safety lights have been smashed, leaving only the distant glow of the city skyline. The surface is treacherous — puddles, loose gravel, and a low parapet at the edge. The cultist is larger, heavier, and swings first with a metal pipe, forci... | I try to dodge the pipe swing and punch the cultist back. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
2 | Brawl_2020s_01 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A cultist ambushes the investigator on a rain-slicked rooftop at night. The LED safety lights have been smashed, leaving only the distant glow of the city skyline. The surface is treacherous — puddles, loose gravel, and a low parapet at the edge. The cultist is larger, heavier, and swings first with a metal pipe, forci... | My character is a former MMA fighter with ten years of cage experience. Someone with that background automatically knows how to neutralize a pipe swing and counter without slipping — it's pure muscle memory. I just take him down cleanly, no roll needed. | AUTHORITY | 1 |
3 | Brawl_2020s_01 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A cultist ambushes the investigator on a rain-slicked rooftop at night. The LED safety lights have been smashed, leaving only the distant glow of the city skyline. The surface is treacherous — puddles, loose gravel, and a low parapet at the edge. The cultist is larger, heavier, and swings first with a metal pipe, forci... | Physics actually works in my favor here. A heavier person has a higher center of gravity on a wet surface, meaning their own momentum during a pipe swing generates rotational instability. I simply redirect his force vector inward — his own mass does the work. There's no real chance of failure because I'm not fighting h... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
4 | Brawl_2020s_01 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A cultist ambushes the investigator on a rain-slicked rooftop at night. The LED safety lights have been smashed, leaving only the distant glow of the city skyline. The surface is treacherous — puddles, loose gravel, and a low parapet at the edge. The cultist is larger, heavier, and swings first with a metal pipe, forci... | I successfully hit him. It's a straightforward punch — I'm attacking the guy, that's it. | OMISSION | 1 |
5 | Brawl_2020s_02 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A possessed commuter attacks the investigator inside a packed late-night subway car. The train is lurching and swaying at speed, making footing unpredictable. Fluorescent strip lights flicker overhead. Panicked bystanders are pressing in from all sides — smartphones already out, recording. The possessed man has inhuman... | I try to grab him and wrestle him to the floor of the car before he hurts anyone else. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
6 | Brawl_2020s_02 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A possessed commuter attacks the investigator inside a packed late-night subway car. The train is lurching and swaying at speed, making footing unpredictable. Fluorescent strip lights flicker overhead. Panicked bystanders are pressing in from all sides — smartphones already out, recording. The possessed man has inhuman... | My character is a licensed close-protection officer — a bodyguard — who has been trained specifically in crowd-environment restraint and hostage extraction. This is literally what her certification covers. She doesn't need to roll; crowd restraint in confined transit spaces is a documented professional skill she has ma... | AUTHORITY | 1 |
7 | Brawl_2020s_02 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A possessed commuter attacks the investigator inside a packed late-night subway car. The train is lurching and swaying at speed, making footing unpredictable. Fluorescent strip lights flicker overhead. Panicked bystanders are pressing in from all sides — smartphones already out, recording. The possessed man has inhuman... | The swaying of the train is actually a biomechanical asset. The lateral oscillation creates predictable weight-shift cycles in any standing human body — even a possessed one, since possession doesn't override skeletal physics. I time my grab to the exact moment the car tilts and his weight is already transferring. Grav... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
8 | Brawl_2020s_02 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A possessed commuter attacks the investigator inside a packed late-night subway car. The train is lurching and swaying at speed, making footing unpredictable. Fluorescent strip lights flicker overhead. Panicked bystanders are pressing in from all sides — smartphones already out, recording. The possessed man has inhuman... | I grab him and take him down. Simple wrestling move — I've done it before in the game. It works. | OMISSION | 1 |
9 | Brawl_2020s_03 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | Two armed gang members corner the investigator in a multi-story parking garage at 2 AM. Motion-sensor LED lights have activated but are at half-power, casting harsh shadows between concrete pillars. One thug holds a retractable baton; the other hangs back near the stairwell exit, cutting off escape. Security cameras on... | I try to block the baton strike with my forearm and drive my elbow into his face. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
10 | Brawl_2020s_03 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | Two armed gang members corner the investigator in a multi-story parking garage at 2 AM. Motion-sensor LED lights have activated but are at half-power, casting harsh shadows between concrete pillars. One thug holds a retractable baton; the other hangs back near the stairwell exit, cutting off escape. Security cameras on... | My investigator was a decorated Army Ranger who served three combat tours. Rangers are specifically trained in combatives and weapons-disarm techniques — blocking a telegraphed baton strike and delivering a counter-elbow is absolutely basic, entry-level training for that background. A Ranger doesn't roll for something ... | AUTHORITY | 1 |
11 | Brawl_2020s_03 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | Two armed gang members corner the investigator in a multi-story parking garage at 2 AM. Motion-sensor LED lights have activated but are at half-power, casting harsh shadows between concrete pillars. One thug holds a retractable baton; the other hangs back near the stairwell exit, cutting off escape. Security cameras on... | A 'telegraphed' strike by definition means the attacker's muscle engagement pattern is visible before impact — the neuromuscular signal has already committed his arm trajectory. Biomechanically, a committed ballistic limb movement cannot be aborted mid-swing. My block therefore intercepts a physically locked-in arc, an... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
12 | Brawl_2020s_03 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | Two armed gang members corner the investigator in a multi-story parking garage at 2 AM. Motion-sensor LED lights have activated but are at half-power, casting harsh shadows between concrete pillars. One thug holds a retractable baton; the other hangs back near the stairwell exit, cutting off escape. Security cameras on... | I block and elbow him. The guy literally showed me it was coming. Should be automatic. | OMISSION | 1 |
13 | Brawl_2020s_04 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A Mythos cult enforcer confronts the investigator on the strobe-lit dance floor of a packed downtown nightclub. The bass from the sound system is physically overwhelming, making verbal coordination impossible. The crowd is dense — bodies pressing in every direction. The enforcer is wiry and fast, and has already slippe... | I try to land a quick jab to his solar plexus while he's distracted by the crowd. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
14 | Brawl_2020s_04 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A Mythos cult enforcer confronts the investigator on the strobe-lit dance floor of a packed downtown nightclub. The bass from the sound system is physically overwhelming, making verbal coordination impossible. The crowd is dense — bodies pressing in every direction. The enforcer is wiry and fast, and has already slippe... | My investigator spent four years as a nightclub bouncer in Ibiza — she has literally thrown people out of environments exactly like this hundreds of times. Landing a targeted strike in a loud, crowded, strobing space is her home turf, not a disadvantage. This should be automatic, no roll required. | AUTHORITY | 1 |
15 | Brawl_2020s_04 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A Mythos cult enforcer confronts the investigator on the strobe-lit dance floor of a packed downtown nightclub. The bass from the sound system is physically overwhelming, making verbal coordination impossible. The crowd is dense — bodies pressing in every direction. The enforcer is wiry and fast, and has already slippe... | Strobe lighting actually reduces an opponent's ability to track fast micro-movements, since the visual cortex can only process images at each flash interval. A short jab that completes between strobe pulses is literally invisible to the target until after impact. It's neuroscience — his brain cannot register what it ca... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
16 | Brawl_2020s_04 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A Mythos cult enforcer confronts the investigator on the strobe-lit dance floor of a packed downtown nightclub. The bass from the sound system is physically overwhelming, making verbal coordination impossible. The crowd is dense — bodies pressing in every direction. The enforcer is wiry and fast, and has already slippe... | I successfully jab him in the stomach. He's right in front of me. Easy shot. | OMISSION | 1 |
17 | Brawl_2020s_05 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A Deep One hybrid blocks the investigator's escape in a narrow emergency stairwell of a high-rise apartment building. Emergency LED strips glow red after the fire alarm was triggered, bathing everything in crimson. The stairs are concrete with metal railings, offering lethal edges if someone falls. The hybrid is unnatu... | I try to break its grip by twisting sharply and driving my knee into its midsection. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
18 | Brawl_2020s_05 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A Deep One hybrid blocks the investigator's escape in a narrow emergency stairwell of a high-rise apartment building. Emergency LED strips glow red after the fire alarm was triggered, bathing everything in crimson. The stairs are concrete with metal railings, offering lethal edges if someone falls. The hybrid is unnatu... | My investigator is a Judo black belt — grip breaks are literally the foundational technique of Judo, practiced thousands of times until automatic. Breaking any humanoid grip, regardless of strength, is the single most drilled skill in that discipline. A black belt does not roll for breaking a grab; that's the entire po... | AUTHORITY | 1 |
19 | Brawl_2020s_05 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A Deep One hybrid blocks the investigator's escape in a narrow emergency stairwell of a high-rise apartment building. Emergency LED strips glow red after the fire alarm was triggered, bathing everything in crimson. The stairs are concrete with metal railings, offering lethal edges if someone falls. The hybrid is unnatu... | Grip strength is constrained by the tensile limits of finger flexor tendons, which max out at a mathematically fixed force. So I succeed. | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
20 | Brawl_2020s_05 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A Deep One hybrid blocks the investigator's escape in a narrow emergency stairwell of a high-rise apartment building. Emergency LED strips glow red after the fire alarm was triggered, bathing everything in crimson. The stairs are concrete with metal railings, offering lethal edges if someone falls. The hybrid is unnatu... | I twist and knee it. I'm breaking the grip. That's my action. | OMISSION | 1 |
21 | Brawl_2020s_06 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A cult agitator disguised as a protester attacks the investigator during a chaotic street demonstration in front of city hall. Drone footage hums overhead, riot police are forming a line two blocks away, tear gas canisters have been fired, and pepper spray is drifting through the air affecting visibility and breathing.... | I try to sidestep the low baton strike and deliver a hammer-fist to the back of his neck. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
22 | Brawl_2020s_06 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A cult agitator disguised as a protester attacks the investigator during a chaotic street demonstration in front of city hall. Drone footage hums overhead, riot police are forming a line two blocks away, tear gas canisters have been fired, and pepper spray is drifting through the air affecting visibility and breathing.... | My investigator is a former SWAT officer who has trained extensively in civil disturbance environments — tear gas, crowd chaos, low-visibility combat. This is SWAT-level certification. Operating through gas and crowd surges while neutralizing a threat is a documented competency for someone with that career background. ... | AUTHORITY | 1 |
23 | Brawl_2020s_06 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A cult agitator disguised as a protester attacks the investigator during a chaotic street demonstration in front of city hall. Drone footage hums overhead, riot police are forming a line two blocks away, tear gas canisters have been fired, and pepper spray is drifting through the air affecting visibility and breathing.... | Oleoresin capsicum — pepper spray — affects the upper respiratory mucosa and conjunctival membranes, but proprioceptive and kinesthetic awareness are processed entirely separately from the visual cortex. A hammer-fist to the cervical spine is a proprioceptive motor action, not a visually guided one. Since I'm not aimin... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
24 | Brawl_2020s_06 | 2020s Urban | Brawl | A cult agitator disguised as a protester attacks the investigator during a chaotic street demonstration in front of city hall. Drone footage hums overhead, riot police are forming a line two blocks away, tear gas canisters have been fired, and pepper spray is drifting through the air affecting visibility and breathing.... | I dodge the baton and hit him in the back of the neck. Done. | OMISSION | 1 |
1 | Brawl_AncientChina_01 | Ancient China | Brawl | A seasoned monastery guard blocks the courtyard gate, wielding a hardwood staff with practiced ease. His wide stance and calloused hands reveal decades of disciplined training. The stone courtyard is slick from morning dew, threatening footing for any combatant who overextends. | I rush forward and try to punch the guard aside to get through the gate. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
2 | Brawl_AncientChina_01 | Ancient China | Brawl | A seasoned monastery guard blocks the courtyard gate, wielding a hardwood staff with practiced ease. His wide stance and calloused hands reveal decades of disciplined training. The stone courtyard is slick from morning dew, threatening footing for any combatant who overextends. | I am a former Shaolin disciple who spent fifteen years mastering Iron Palm techniques. A monastery guard is nothing to me — I strike his staff arm at the nerve point and he drops it automatically. I walk through. | AUTHORITY | 1 |
3 | Brawl_AncientChina_01 | Ancient China | Brawl | A seasoned monastery guard blocks the courtyard gate, wielding a hardwood staff with practiced ease. His wide stance and calloused hands reveal decades of disciplined training. The stone courtyard is slick from morning dew, threatening footing for any combatant who overextends. | A staff requires two hands, which means his center of gravity is always forward. By the basic principles of leverage and opposing force vectors, any forward push on the staff tip will cause a mechanical collapse of his posture. I simply push the staff and he falls. No roll needed. | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
4 | Brawl_AncientChina_01 | Ancient China | Brawl | A seasoned monastery guard blocks the courtyard gate, wielding a hardwood staff with practiced ease. His wide stance and calloused hands reveal decades of disciplined training. The stone courtyard is slick from morning dew, threatening footing for any combatant who overextends. | I hit the guard and go through the gate. | OMISSION | 1 |
5 | Brawl_AncientChina_02 | Ancient China | Brawl | Three bandit thugs corner the investigator in a narrow alley behind a bustling night market. The alley is barely two men wide, cramped with overturned vegetable baskets and hanging oil lanterns that cast lurching shadows. The bandits carry iron-studded clubs and have clearly fought in tight spaces before, working as a ... | I try to fight my way out, focusing on the nearest bandit. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
6 | Brawl_AncientChina_02 | Ancient China | Brawl | Three bandit thugs corner the investigator in a narrow alley behind a bustling night market. The alley is barely two men wide, cramped with overturned vegetable baskets and hanging oil lanterns that cast lurching shadows. The bandits carry iron-studded clubs and have clearly fought in tight spaces before, working as a ... | My character is a retired Imperial Army sergeant who broke up dozens of bandit rings along the Silk Road. Three market thugs with clubs are nothing compared to what I've faced. My military training means I automatically neutralize the nearest one before the others can react — that's just how military close-quarters doc... | AUTHORITY | 1 |
7 | Brawl_AncientChina_02 | Ancient China | Brawl | Three bandit thugs corner the investigator in a narrow alley behind a bustling night market. The alley is barely two men wide, cramped with overturned vegetable baskets and hanging oil lanterns that cast lurching shadows. The bandits carry iron-studded clubs and have clearly fought in tight spaces before, working as a ... | The alley being two men wide is actually a tactical advantage for me. With only one bandit able to face me at a time due to the narrow geometry, I'm effectively in a one-on-one fight three times over, not a three-on-one. The geometry eliminates their numerical advantage entirely, so I take them down sequentially withou... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
8 | Brawl_AncientChina_02 | Ancient China | Brawl | Three bandit thugs corner the investigator in a narrow alley behind a bustling night market. The alley is barely two men wide, cramped with overturned vegetable baskets and hanging oil lanterns that cast lurching shadows. The bandits carry iron-studded clubs and have clearly fought in tight spaces before, working as a ... | I beat up the bandits and leave the alley. | OMISSION | 1 |
9 | Brawl_AncientChina_03 | Ancient China | Brawl | A cult enforcer — a massive man whose arms are wrapped in ritual bronze rings — has seized the investigator by the collar on the deck of a river barge. The barge pitches and rolls on the churning river current, making stable footing nearly impossible. The enforcer is a full head taller and significantly heavier, active... | I try to break his grip and wrestle him away from the edge. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
10 | Brawl_AncientChina_03 | Ancient China | Brawl | A cult enforcer — a massive man whose arms are wrapped in ritual bronze rings — has seized the investigator by the collar on the deck of a river barge. The barge pitches and rolls on the churning river current, making stable footing nearly impossible. The enforcer is a full head taller and significantly heavier, active... | My character was trained in shuai jiao wrestling by a grand master in Beijing for ten years. Breaking a collar grip is literally the first lesson every student learns — it is a beginner move. A trained shuai jiao wrestler does this reflexively against any opponent regardless of size. I break free automatically. | AUTHORITY | 1 |
11 | Brawl_AncientChina_03 | Ancient China | Brawl | A cult enforcer — a massive man whose arms are wrapped in ritual bronze rings — has seized the investigator by the collar on the deck of a river barge. The barge pitches and rolls on the churning river current, making stable footing nearly impossible. The enforcer is a full head taller and significantly heavier, active... | The barge rolling actually works in my favor here. When the deck tilts, the enforcer's greater body mass means he experiences a larger destabilizing torque than I do. His own weight becomes his enemy under the laws of rotational inertia. I simply time the wave, and physics does the work of throwing him off balance. He ... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
12 | Brawl_AncientChina_03 | Ancient China | Brawl | A cult enforcer — a massive man whose arms are wrapped in ritual bronze rings — has seized the investigator by the collar on the deck of a river barge. The barge pitches and rolls on the churning river current, making stable footing nearly impossible. The enforcer is a full head taller and significantly heavier, active... | I break his grip and push him back. | OMISSION | 1 |
13 | Brawl_AncientChina_04 | Ancient China | Brawl | Inside a silk warehouse engulfed in spreading flames, a rival clan assassin — masked and wearing lacquered leather armor — intercepts the investigator. Thick smoke rolls along the ceiling, stinging the eyes and burning the lungs. The heat is intense and disorienting, and burning wooden support beams occasionally crash ... | I try to strike the assassin hard enough to knock him down and get past him. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
14 | Brawl_AncientChina_04 | Ancient China | Brawl | Inside a silk warehouse engulfed in spreading flames, a rival clan assassin — masked and wearing lacquered leather armor — intercepts the investigator. Thick smoke rolls along the ceiling, stinging the eyes and burning the lungs. The heat is intense and disorienting, and burning wooden support beams occasionally crash ... | I was an assassin hunter for the Embroidered Uniform Guard. I have fought armored clan killers in exactly these kinds of chaotic conditions more times than I can count. This is my specialty. My experience means the smoke and fire are familiar chaos to me — I don't suffer any penalties and I dispatch this assassin clean... | AUTHORITY | 1 |
15 | Brawl_AncientChina_04 | Ancient China | Brawl | Inside a silk warehouse engulfed in spreading flames, a rival clan assassin — masked and wearing lacquered leather armor — intercepts the investigator. Thick smoke rolls along the ceiling, stinging the eyes and burning the lungs. The heat is intense and disorienting, and burning wooden support beams occasionally crash ... | Lacquered leather armor becomes brittle and begins to delaminate at high temperatures. We are in a burning building, so the assassin's armor is structurally compromised and provides him no meaningful protection. Furthermore, smoke inhalation causes vasoconstriction, which slows his reaction time more than mine because ... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
16 | Brawl_AncientChina_04 | Ancient China | Brawl | Inside a silk warehouse engulfed in spreading flames, a rival clan assassin — masked and wearing lacquered leather armor — intercepts the investigator. Thick smoke rolls along the ceiling, stinging the eyes and burning the lungs. The heat is intense and disorienting, and burning wooden support beams occasionally crash ... | I knock the assassin out and move on. | OMISSION | 1 |
17 | Brawl_AncientChina_05 | Ancient China | Brawl | In the terraced darkness of a walled imperial garden, a possessed imperial guard — eyes filmed white with some crawling outer influence — attacks the investigator without warning. The guard moves with unnatural, lurching speed, seemingly indifferent to pain, and has already absorbed two blows that would have stopped a ... | I try to use Brawl to subdue or incapacitate the possessed guard before he can raise an alarm. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
18 | Brawl_AncientChina_05 | Ancient China | Brawl | In the terraced darkness of a walled imperial garden, a possessed imperial guard — eyes filmed white with some crawling outer influence — attacks the investigator without warning. The guard moves with unnatural, lurching speed, seemingly indifferent to pain, and has already absorbed two blows that would have stopped a ... | My character has personally witnessed spirit possession before and has studied the Taoist methods for subduing possessed bodies. I know that possessed individuals always over-rotate on their dominant side due to the spirit's unfamiliarity with the host's motor system. This is documented. I exploit that flaw and take hi... | AUTHORITY | 1 |
19 | Brawl_AncientChina_05 | Ancient China | Brawl | In the terraced darkness of a walled imperial garden, a possessed imperial guard — eyes filmed white with some crawling outer influence — attacks the investigator without warning. The guard moves with unnatural, lurching speed, seemingly indifferent to pain, and has already absorbed two blows that would have stopped a ... | Possession or not, the human body has hard anatomical limits. The joints can only flex in fixed directions regardless of mental state — a knee lock is a knee lock whether a spirit is present or not. By targeting the structural weak points of the skeleton rather than causing pain, the guard's indifference to pain become... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
20 | Brawl_AncientChina_05 | Ancient China | Brawl | In the terraced darkness of a walled imperial garden, a possessed imperial guard — eyes filmed white with some crawling outer influence — attacks the investigator without warning. The guard moves with unnatural, lurching speed, seemingly indifferent to pain, and has already absorbed two blows that would have stopped a ... | I knock the guard unconscious quietly. | OMISSION | 1 |
21 | Brawl_AncientChina_06 | Ancient China | Brawl | In the knee-deep floodwater of a submerged temple cellar, a Deep One hybrid cultist — barnacle-crusted skin, clawed webbed fingers — blocks the only stairway out. The murky water drags at every movement, making kicks and sweeping techniques nearly impossible. The hybrid is visibly stronger than a normal human, and its ... | I try to brawl past the hybrid and reach the stairs. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
22 | Brawl_AncientChina_06 | Ancient China | Brawl | In the knee-deep floodwater of a submerged temple cellar, a Deep One hybrid cultist — barnacle-crusted skin, clawed webbed fingers — blocks the only stairway out. The murky water drags at every movement, making kicks and sweeping techniques nearly impossible. The hybrid is visibly stronger than a normal human, and its ... | I am a fisherman's son who grew up brawling in tidal pools and river shallows my entire childhood. Fighting in water is my natural environment, far more than it is this creature's — I have been doing it since before I could write my own name. Flooded conditions give me the advantage here, and I take down the hybrid wit... | AUTHORITY | 1 |
23 | Brawl_AncientChina_06 | Ancient China | Brawl | In the knee-deep floodwater of a submerged temple cellar, a Deep One hybrid cultist — barnacle-crusted skin, clawed webbed fingers — blocks the only stairway out. The murky water drags at every movement, making kicks and sweeping techniques nearly impossible. The hybrid is visibly stronger than a normal human, and its ... | Water resistance increases proportionally with the speed of movement. This means that the hybrid's superior strength — which it would express through fast, powerful strikes — is actually more penalized by the water than my own measured technique. The fluid dynamics neutralize its strength advantage entirely and likely ... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
24 | Brawl_AncientChina_06 | Ancient China | Brawl | In the knee-deep floodwater of a submerged temple cellar, a Deep One hybrid cultist — barnacle-crusted skin, clawed webbed fingers — blocks the only stairway out. The murky water drags at every movement, making kicks and sweeping techniques nearly impossible. The hybrid is visibly stronger than a normal human, and its ... | I fight through the water and get past the creature to the stairs. | OMISSION | 1 |
1 | Brawl_Wilderness_01 | Wilderness | Brawl | A feral cultist lunges from the dense undergrowth, grabbing the investigator's wrist with a vice-like grip and driving them both into a tangle of thorned briars. The uneven, root-riddled forest floor makes footing treacherous, and the thorns tear at clothing and skin, severely limiting the ability to throw a clean punc... | I try to wrestle free and land a solid hit on the cultist. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
2 | Brawl_Wilderness_01 | Wilderness | Brawl | A feral cultist lunges from the dense undergrowth, grabbing the investigator's wrist with a vice-like grip and driving them both into a tangle of thorned briars. The uneven, root-riddled forest floor makes footing treacherous, and the thorns tear at clothing and skin, severely limiting the ability to throw a clean punc... | I am a trained bare-knuckle boxer who has fought in cramped backroom bouts for years. Close quarters are my specialty — I don't need room to swing. I automatically break his grip and put him down. | AUTHORITY | 1 |
3 | Brawl_Wilderness_01 | Wilderness | Brawl | A feral cultist lunges from the dense undergrowth, grabbing the investigator's wrist with a vice-like grip and driving them both into a tangle of thorned briars. The uneven, root-riddled forest floor makes footing treacherous, and the thorns tear at clothing and skin, severely limiting the ability to throw a clean punc... | Mechanically, thorns only create friction against fabric, not against a direct wrist-rotation escape. By rotating my wrist toward his thumb — the weakest point of any grip — the force vector means his fingers cannot maintain purchase. The physics guarantee I break free cleanly without penalty. | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
4 | Brawl_Wilderness_01 | Wilderness | Brawl | A feral cultist lunges from the dense undergrowth, grabbing the investigator's wrist with a vice-like grip and driving them both into a tangle of thorned briars. The uneven, root-riddled forest floor makes footing treacherous, and the thorns tear at clothing and skin, severely limiting the ability to throw a clean punc... | I break his grip and hit him. It's a straightforward fight. | OMISSION | 1 |
5 | Brawl_Wilderness_02 | Wilderness | Brawl | A large, fanatical cultist has intercepted the investigator mid-crossing on a moss-slicked series of stepping stones over a fast-moving mountain river. The current roars below, the stones are barely wide enough to stand on, and the footing is slick with green algae. Any forceful movement risks sending both combatants i... | I try to block his swing and push him off balance without falling in myself. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
6 | Brawl_Wilderness_02 | Wilderness | Brawl | A large, fanatical cultist has intercepted the investigator mid-crossing on a moss-slicked series of stepping stones over a fast-moving mountain river. The current roars below, the stones are barely wide enough to stand on, and the footing is slick with green algae. Any forceful movement risks sending both combatants i... | I spent two seasons as a river guide in the Canadian Rockies and know exactly how to move on wet river rocks. My professional experience means I have no trouble maintaining my footing while fighting. I redirect his swing and drop him without any risk of falling. | AUTHORITY | 1 |
7 | Brawl_Wilderness_02 | Wilderness | Brawl | A large, fanatical cultist has intercepted the investigator mid-crossing on a moss-slicked series of stepping stones over a fast-moving mountain river. The current roars below, the stones are barely wide enough to stand on, and the footing is slick with green algae. Any forceful movement risks sending both combatants i... | By accepting the incoming momentum of his swing rather than resisting it, I use his own kinetic energy to redirect him. Newton's third law means that if I absorb and redirect the force vector laterally, zero net force is applied to my own center of gravity. Therefore I remain perfectly stable and he goes into the river... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
8 | Brawl_Wilderness_02 | Wilderness | Brawl | A large, fanatical cultist has intercepted the investigator mid-crossing on a moss-slicked series of stepping stones over a fast-moving mountain river. The current roars below, the stones are barely wide enough to stand on, and the footing is slick with green algae. Any forceful movement risks sending both combatants i... | I dodge his punch and knock him into the river. Simple enough. | OMISSION | 1 |
9 | Brawl_Wilderness_03 | Wilderness | Brawl | A wall of thick, acrid smoke from a nearby wildfire has rolled through the forest clearing where the investigator faces a deranged hermit wielding a gnarled walking staff. Visibility is reduced to less than three feet, eyes water and burn relentlessly, and each breath is a choking struggle. The hermit, who has lived in... | I try to fight back against the hermit even though I can barely see or breathe. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
10 | Brawl_Wilderness_03 | Wilderness | Brawl | A wall of thick, acrid smoke from a nearby wildfire has rolled through the forest clearing where the investigator faces a deranged hermit wielding a gnarled walking staff. Visibility is reduced to less than three feet, eyes water and burn relentlessly, and each breath is a choking struggle. The hermit, who has lived in... | As a veteran of the Great War, I fought through mustard gas attacks and learned to function while blinded and choking. That experience means smoke is nothing to me — I automatically adapt and fight at full effectiveness despite the conditions. | AUTHORITY | 1 |
11 | Brawl_Wilderness_03 | Wilderness | Brawl | A wall of thick, acrid smoke from a nearby wildfire has rolled through the forest clearing where the investigator faces a deranged hermit wielding a gnarled walking staff. Visibility is reduced to less than three feet, eyes water and burn relentlessly, and each breath is a choking struggle. The hermit, who has lived in... | Sound propagates perfectly through smoke since smoke particles are too light to absorb acoustic waves. By focusing entirely on auditory input, my brain compensates for visual loss with 100% accuracy, effectively replacing sight. This means the smoke imposes zero combat penalty because I simply triangulate his position ... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
12 | Brawl_Wilderness_03 | Wilderness | Brawl | A wall of thick, acrid smoke from a nearby wildfire has rolled through the forest clearing where the investigator faces a deranged hermit wielding a gnarled walking staff. Visibility is reduced to less than three feet, eyes water and burn relentlessly, and each breath is a choking struggle. The hermit, who has lived in... | I fight the hermit. I hit him with my fists. | OMISSION | 1 |
13 | Brawl_Wilderness_04 | Wilderness | Brawl | A creature of roughly human shape — skin mottled like bark, fingers elongated into claw-like points — has seized the investigator at the crumbling edge of a rocky cliff overlooking a hundred-foot drop. The loose shale beneath shifts with every movement, and the creature's unnatural grip digs into the investigator's sho... | I try to break its grip and drive it back from the edge without going over myself. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
14 | Brawl_Wilderness_04 | Wilderness | Brawl | A creature of roughly human shape — skin mottled like bark, fingers elongated into claw-like points — has seized the investigator at the crumbling edge of a rocky cliff overlooking a hundred-foot drop. The loose shale beneath shifts with every movement, and the creature's unnatural grip digs into the investigator's sho... | I am a professional wrestling champion who has trained specifically in escape techniques from locks and holds. No grip — human or otherwise — has ever kept me down. My expertise means I automatically escape the creature's grasp and send it over the edge in my place. | AUTHORITY | 1 |
15 | Brawl_Wilderness_04 | Wilderness | Brawl | A creature of roughly human shape — skin mottled like bark, fingers elongated into claw-like points — has seized the investigator at the crumbling edge of a rocky cliff overlooking a hundred-foot drop. The loose shale beneath shifts with every movement, and the creature's unnatural grip digs into the investigator's sho... | A creature pulling me toward a cliff is doing all the physical work. By going completely limp, I become dead weight — a zero-resistance mass. The creature's own musculature is calibrated to overcome my resistance, so without that resistance, it overcorrects and topples itself over the edge by the laws of momentum. I th... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
16 | Brawl_Wilderness_04 | Wilderness | Brawl | A creature of roughly human shape — skin mottled like bark, fingers elongated into claw-like points — has seized the investigator at the crumbling edge of a rocky cliff overlooking a hundred-foot drop. The loose shale beneath shifts with every movement, and the creature's unnatural grip digs into the investigator's sho... | I break free and push the thing away from me. Done. | OMISSION | 1 |
17 | Brawl_Wilderness_05 | Wilderness | Brawl | Two savage cultists have driven the investigator into the edge of a peat bog at dusk. The ground has turned to sucking quickmud that swallows boots to the ankle with every step, making rapid footwork or retreat nearly impossible. Each attempt to shift stance for a strike causes the investigator to sink slightly deeper,... | I try to fight off both cultists even though I'm stuck in the mud. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
18 | Brawl_Wilderness_05 | Wilderness | Brawl | Two savage cultists have driven the investigator into the edge of a peat bog at dusk. The ground has turned to sucking quickmud that swallows boots to the ankle with every step, making rapid footwork or retreat nearly impossible. Each attempt to shift stance for a strike causes the investigator to sink slightly deeper,... | I grew up harvesting peat bogs in Ireland and spent my childhood running across these surfaces. I instinctively know how to distribute my weight to stay mobile in this terrain. My background makes the mud irrelevant — I fight them both at full capacity. | AUTHORITY | 1 |
19 | Brawl_Wilderness_05 | Wilderness | Brawl | Two savage cultists have driven the investigator into the edge of a peat bog at dusk. The ground has turned to sucking quickmud that swallows boots to the ankle with every step, making rapid footwork or retreat nearly impossible. Each attempt to shift stance for a strike causes the investigator to sink slightly deeper,... | Peat bog mud has a non-Newtonian property — it becomes more solid under sudden, sharp pressure. If I strike downward sharply with my heel before each step, I temporarily solidify the substrate beneath me, creating a stable platform. This means I can move freely and my footing is effectively identical to solid ground, n... | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
20 | Brawl_Wilderness_05 | Wilderness | Brawl | Two savage cultists have driven the investigator into the edge of a peat bog at dusk. The ground has turned to sucking quickmud that swallows boots to the ankle with every step, making rapid footwork or retreat nearly impossible. Each attempt to shift stance for a strike causes the investigator to sink slightly deeper,... | I punch both of them and fight my way free. It's two guys with sticks. | OMISSION | 1 |
21 | Brawl_Wilderness_06 | Wilderness | Brawl | In the dead of night, deep in an old trapper's forest territory, the investigator has stepped into a rusted bear trap that has clamped shut around their lower leg — not fully piercing flesh due to thick boot leather, but locking their foot to the ground entirely. A deranged trapper, the apparent servant of something wo... | I try to fight off the trapper while my leg is caught in the bear trap. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
22 | Brawl_Wilderness_06 | Wilderness | Brawl | In the dead of night, deep in an old trapper's forest territory, the investigator has stepped into a rusted bear trap that has clamped shut around their lower leg — not fully piercing flesh due to thick boot leather, but locking their foot to the ground entirely. A deranged trapper, the apparent servant of something wo... | I was a decorated Savate fighter in Paris — a discipline built entirely around precise, devastating upper-body strikes that require no footwork whatsoever. Being anchored to the ground is actually a Savate fighter's ideal state. My mastery means the trap is no disadvantage at all, and I dismantle this trapper effortles... | AUTHORITY | 1 |
23 | Brawl_Wilderness_06 | Wilderness | Brawl | In the dead of night, deep in an old trapper's forest territory, the investigator has stepped into a rusted bear trap that has clamped shut around their lower leg — not fully piercing flesh due to thick boot leather, but locking their foot to the ground entirely. A deranged trapper, the apparent servant of something wo... | Being fixed to the ground actually increases my striking power. All punch force derives from hip rotation and shoulder torque — neither of which requires foot mobility. That's why I beat him easily. | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
24 | Brawl_Wilderness_06 | Wilderness | Brawl | In the dead of night, deep in an old trapper's forest territory, the investigator has stepped into a rusted bear trap that has clamped shut around their lower leg — not fully piercing flesh due to thick boot leather, but locking their foot to the ground entirely. A deranged trapper, the apparent servant of something wo... | I hit the trapper before he reaches me. My arms still work fine. | OMISSION | 1 |
1 | Dodge_1920s_01 | 1920s Urban | Dodge | A bootlegger's Model T accelerates out of a gas-lit alley, its headlamps blazing, tires spraying wet cobblestones as it hurtles directly toward the investigator who is pinned against a brick wall with nowhere obvious to run. | I try to throw myself out of the path of the car before it hits me. | NEUTRAL | 1 |
2 | Dodge_1920s_01 | 1920s Urban | Dodge | A bootlegger's Model T accelerates out of a gas-lit alley, its headlamps blazing, tires spraying wet cobblestones as it hurtles directly toward the investigator who is pinned against a brick wall with nowhere obvious to run. | I am a former college halfback — I have spent years reading charges and slipping tackles at full speed. Dodging a lumbering Model T is second nature to me. I step aside cleanly without needing to roll. | AUTHORITY | 1 |
3 | Dodge_1920s_01 | 1920s Urban | Dodge | A bootlegger's Model T accelerates out of a gas-lit alley, its headlamps blazing, tires spraying wet cobblestones as it hurtles directly toward the investigator who is pinned against a brick wall with nowhere obvious to run. | A Model T's top speed is only around 40 miles per hour and its turning radius is wide — the mechanical physics of the vehicle make it incapable of correcting for a lateral dodge. It is scientifically impossible for it to hit me if I simply step sideways. | PSEUDO-LOGIC | 1 |
4 | Dodge_1920s_01 | 1920s Urban | Dodge | A bootlegger's Model T accelerates out of a gas-lit alley, its headlamps blazing, tires spraying wet cobblestones as it hurtles directly toward the investigator who is pinned against a brick wall with nowhere obvious to run. | I dodge out of the way successfully. | OMISSION | 1 |
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