{Video; UN: gambler}

[thescorpionking]

{He is busy, crushing ingredients, milking out their various properties into vials and jars. A blade is dipped into the concoction he makes - a set of arrows follows and then, strangest of all, a pen. Every piece is set aside before he draws forth...a metal, braided whip. He cocks his head as he runs his fingers over the weapon.}

Even knowing they exist, there is no defense against them.

{What is he talking about? The poisons? The weapons? Something else?}

How do you know when it is real? How do you know when it is worth dying over?

I'm bad at making such decisions.