[b]As you pick up the Eye, you see visions of symbols, and what appears to be guerrilla warfare. You hear a voice.[/b]
[i]I am precision. I am the scalpel of many and one. Nobody can escape my gaze.
I am precision. Hear its cry.[/i]
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[b]The visions persist. Put it away? Or focus?[/b]
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Focus
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[b]You see a porcelain mask, and visions of hells beyond, but those are quickly replaced. You wonder if they were even there. The most prominent is a giant beast, surrounding a bronze orb. It's too fuzzy to make out the details.[/b]
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*focuses moar*