It's difficult, but not impossible to hurt people in the long term, although you're right that there doesn't seem to be any way to make those injuries permanent. Back when Emet-Selch and I were feuding, there was an... incident in a stairwell, when he was blocking me from going down it, that ended in me shoving him and gravity taking its toll. He got healed of the worst of it at the pokecenter, but he still had to use crutches for some time. Ironically, if he'd broken his neck, that would have triggered our inability to die, poofed him to the pokecenter and healed him completely up--as well as left him completely sober if he'd been previously high or drunk.
(Which I *know*, because I've known someone it *happened to*... and yes, their utterly trashed state had a lot to do with the dumb idea that landed them in the pokecenter, immediately sobered up and very unhappy about it.)
It's also possible to beat someone 'to death' here--or to strangle them for that matter. Jack's told me the first happened to him once--well, that the beating triggered his trip to the pokecenter and the halving of his account, at any rate, which I assume *means* that they'd have beaten him to death if we *could* die.
And given that one of my greatest fears *is* being beaten to death...
(Which isn't to say that I think Jack would *necessarily* attempt murder against me if I broke up with him in the wrong way and left him especially vindictive. More likely he'd break some of my things. But *luckily* I've got everything that's completely irreplaceable smuggled over to my private room at the work lodgings via my briefcase over this last week and all my files from the recording room backed up. And all my pokemon are tucked up in the PC, safe and sound. Well, the framed newspaper article about Connie rescuing Fuzzles isn't moved over, because he'd notice if it was gone, but it's not the first thing of mine he'd destroy in a fit of pique anyway. My records, maybe, or my sound equipment.)
But yeah, at least the most long-lasting harm he *could* do *wouldn't* to my person at all, but to my things. At least we have the llama space god to thank for that.
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It's difficult, but not impossible to hurt people in the long term, although you're right that there doesn't seem to be any way to make those injuries permanent. Back when Emet-Selch and I were feuding, there was an... incident in a stairwell, when he was blocking me from going down it, that ended in me shoving him and gravity taking its toll. He got healed of the worst of it at the pokecenter, but he still had to use crutches for some time. Ironically, if he'd broken his neck, that would have triggered our inability to die, poofed him to the pokecenter and healed him completely up--as well as left him completely sober if he'd been previously high or drunk.
(Which I *know*, because I've known someone it *happened to*... and yes, their utterly trashed state had a lot to do with the dumb idea that landed them in the pokecenter, immediately sobered up and very unhappy about it.)
It's also possible to beat someone 'to death' here--or to strangle them for that matter. Jack's told me the first happened to him once--well, that the beating triggered his trip to the pokecenter and the halving of his account, at any rate, which I assume *means* that they'd have beaten him to death if we *could* die.
And given that one of my greatest fears *is* being beaten to death...
(Which isn't to say that I think Jack would *necessarily* attempt murder against me if I broke up with him in the wrong way and left him especially vindictive. More likely he'd break some of my things. But *luckily* I've got everything that's completely irreplaceable smuggled over to my private room at the work lodgings via my briefcase over this last week and all my files from the recording room backed up. And all my pokemon are tucked up in the PC, safe and sound. Well, the framed newspaper article about Connie rescuing Fuzzles isn't moved over, because he'd notice if it was gone, but it's not the first thing of mine he'd destroy in a fit of pique anyway. My records, maybe, or my sound equipment.)
But yeah, at least the most long-lasting harm he *could* do *wouldn't* to my person at all, but to my things. At least we have the llama space god to thank for that.