You managed to maintain the essence of three lives.
The relentless achievement bullying is finally over.
You've become an expert in virtual android hunting.
Mitsotomo will have to hire a new security guard.
You bested a door using masterful diplomatic skills.
Sneaky, stealthy, skillful. You know how to crack open a beer can.
No cat in Bornholm is safe from your love.
Finnish kebab dispensers are helpless against your charms.
Grumpy Mitsotomo security chiefs ain't your problem anymore.
Instead of scrapping a bot, you helped him become a better person.
Forrest Gump would probably have to say something about your relationship with that metal detector.
You made allies out of very energetic beings.
You made allies out of very unsavory humans. You bad person, you.
You collected every single piece of lore in Bornholm.
Why fight, when fleeing is an option?
The 'friend' in your head got the better of you.
You convinced the 'friend' in your head to be merciful.
You were unable to maintain the essence of a single life.
You were able to maintain the essence of at least one life.
There was death. How very old school.
You fought a viking, and you didn't even break a sweat.
Navigating sewers is second nature to you.
Impressive. You resisted the urge to fire a single shot.
You speak swan, and your memory is not too bad either!