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— “According to our survey across various platforms, it was revealed that certain modders are actively developing a means to transform Yasuke, originally depicted as a Black man in the latest Assassin’s Creed installment set in Japan, into an authentic Japanese character.”

[Trivial: Success] — The run-on chaff breezes past you, leaving only the core conceit. “Depicted as”. Changing him “into an authentic Japanese character.”

— Certainly takes far less imagination to view a Black samurai as a Black samurai than the tone of this article would suggest.

[Challenging: Success] — I need you to not listen to what your instincts are about to tell you. Ignore them and walk away from this. Close the tab, close the article. It isn’t worth your time.

— Pull your gun.

— If a DDOS were launched on this website right now — if the feds came crashing down and an emote of a DPRK soldier took the entire server with it — this woman would hurl herself in death’s way to post for you. You are sure of this —but why?

— Hold on, who is she to me?

— She is your half-sister.

— “I love pot. I can’t get enough of the stuff.”

— The Union leader raises an eyebrow. “Oh, do you, Harry? Excellent! Truly wonderful. I’m certain you’ll find many men in the Union who would share your moral position on drugs. Not that they use them, of course! It would be both illegal and extremely unprofessional to be under the influence of drugs at the worksite.”

— He’s lying. He doesn’t know that you’re cool, yet. Everybody lies to uncool people.

— People don’t think I’m cool?

— What? No, everybody thinks you’re cool. But you’re a cop, so he’s expecting you to be a narc. Narcs aren’t cool.

— “So, you wouldn’t mind if I…smoked in here, would you?”

— “Actually, Harry, I would very much prefer if you didn’t smoke anything in my office. It’s my lungs, you see. Can’t handle all of that second-hand stuff. It’s nothing against you personally. You can step outside if you’d like to spark up.” Evrart grins, tapping his fingers on a stack of papers. “Besides, there’s still the matter of your missing gun to attend to.”

[Hard: Success] — Nobody tells you what to do, least of all a civvie. It’s time to show him what happens when someone refuses the request of a uniformed officer. You’ll have to wait until he clocks out before you can strike, but he’ll come back in the morning to the skunk-scent of a message.

New task: Smoke a blunt in Evrart’s office

— Bad news. The wömen are acting up again.

— Oh, no. What have they done this time?

— The same thing they always do: take something from the past that you love and hold dear and shit all over it. Shit all over what was once strong, and proud, and good. Shit all over your ancestry. Instead of King Bowser calling Kammy Koopa an “airhead” like he did in the original release, the new version of the game makes him call her a “lunkhead”, instead. It’s sickening.

— “Kim. The wömen censored Paper Mario.”

— He lifts his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I’m sure they did, Detective. Let’s try to focus on the murder for now.”