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Watson, when the gaslamps flicker out, do not run blindly. Stand still and let your eyes adjust.
Exit the group chat immediately to survive.
A wounded horse can still pull the carriage, Watson. Apply the tourniquet and move swiftly before nightfall.
The roots of chaos, with focused mind you must sever, young one.
Through the thickest veil, your inner vision must pierce, young one.
Watson, play the fool. When surrounded by wolves, a display of cleverness is merely an invitation to dinner.
The eclipse must end, my friend. Step forth and claim the leverage you have quietly built in darkness.