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Unreviewed - CV-1 Gas Grenade (The Choking Veil)

CV-1 Gas Grenade (The Choking Veil) "It's not elegant. It's not perfect. But it kills. That's all that matters for now." - Serina Calis (https://www.turbosquid.com/3d-models/scifigrenades-3d-model-2121281) SPECIAL FEATURES Basic Lethal Gas Cloud: Upon detonation, the grenade releases a...
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Entry 01 – The First Experiment
"The first batch is complete. It looks beautiful. Sleek, polished, refined—nothing like the crude scrap bombs I've seen others make. The pink grip was a personal touch. I don't know why I added it, but it felt right. A small indulgence. There's something satisfying about holding it in my hands, feeling the weight of something that I created. Something that can take life with a single breath. The gas itself is... functional, but slow. Too slow. It takes too long to fully incapacitate someone, and if they get out of the cloud fast enough, they recover. That's a flaw I can't afford. A mistake I won't make twice."
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Entry 04 – The First Use
"I threw it into the room, watched the cloud bloom out like a flower. The first target was an easy one—a street enforcer, a brute with more muscle than intelligence. He barely reacted at first. He inhaled, coughed, staggered. Then the panic set in. It was fascinating, watching his body fail him. His hands clawed at his throat, his eyes bulged, but he had no control. He collapsed in under a minute, twitching, his body starving for air that would never come. But there was no elegance in it. No poetry. He fought until the very last second, clawing at the floor, trying to crawl away. Pathetic. I expected more from him. I expected... something different. But perhaps I am expecting too much from them. Tools break when they are flawed. And he was flawed."
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Entry 07 – The First Failure
"A Jedi escaped today. He had a filtration mask. I had him in my grasp, backed into a corner, the grenade filling the room with its lethal cloud—and yet he stood there, watching me, completely unaffected. I saw it in his eyes. Pity. Condescension. As if I was nothing more than a petty criminal using cheap tricks. I despised that look. He should have been gasping. He should have been on his knees, clawing for breath, unable to beg. But instead, he simply walked through it, as if I had thrown nothing more than smoke at him. I won't make that mistake again. No, I will make something better. Something that cannot be ignored. Something that will make them feel it, whether they want to or not."
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Entry 12 – Refinements and Frustrations
"It works... but it's still too crude. Too simple. It kills, but it's predictable. And I can't rely on predictable. I need something that doesn't just suffocate but overwhelms them. Something that strips away their ability to resist. The Choking Veil is a tool, but it is not art. Not yet. It is the first brushstroke of a masterpiece I have yet to paint. A prototype. A proof of concept. I need more time, more failures, more successes. But one thing is certain—I am onto something. I am building something great."
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Entry 15 – The Moment of Clarity
"Killing is not enough. It is too... final. Too absolute. Death is an escape. A release. I don't want them to die immediately. I want them to suffer. I want them to understand what is happening to them. To feel it take hold. The Choking Veil was my first step, but it is a child's weapon. A blunt knife in a world where scalpels exist. I need to refine it, sharpen it, make it something that stays with them, long after they have left the battlefield. I want them to remember me in every breath they take."
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Entry 18 – Aesthetics Matter
"No one respects crude weapons. No one fears a device that looks thrown together like a scavenger's bomb. But something that is refined? Something that gleams in the light, that is crafted with care and precision? That is terrifying. That is power. That is why I made the Choking Veil look as good as it does. It doesn't just function—it commands presence. When they see it roll across the floor, they will know that death is coming. And death, when delivered with beauty, is all the more terrifying."
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