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Bless you for reminding of the debug menu. The biggest regret for me was that I picked the Hates Vegetables. I don’t mind a little morale penalty, but holy jumping jesus on a pogostick, -75 morale for the rest of the day, just for eating a carrot, is something akin to watching your beloved pet die. Truly an unjust penalty if not for the amount, but for the duration. Carrots aren’t even that bad. Onions, garlics and parsley can go die in a fire, though.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me but with some games I get a personal movie going on in my head. It’s not really a movie but an assorted collection of scenes and images, usually starring a familiar actor. “What would he/she do?” is what I keep asking myself. “How would HE react to THIS?” It’s not even that conscious, more like an instinct. Having the right music helps, too. Or maybe I pick my music to complement the mental imagery? I don’t even know. It doesn’t matter. The holodeck is all that matters. 
Aaaand now I’m getting images of Riker. He stands at the edge of a ruined city, with a glassy jaded look in his eyes, scanning his surroundings. Black smudges of smoke or motor grease reside on his face. The thick cloudy sky and the chilly winds don’t exactly cheer him up. At least his tattered clothes keep him warm… for now.