diff --git a/src/uncategorized/REFS.tw b/src/uncategorized/REFS.tw
index 46838dcc31765074c711aff858498eb3fb702199..9b9b540d67b2e1c6aa5a99966b739c6740de27b8 100644
--- a/src/uncategorized/REFS.tw
+++ b/src/uncategorized/REFS.tw
@@ -163,6 +163,34 @@
<<set $activeSlave.canRecruit = 0>>
<<run setHealth($activeSlave, jsRandom(30, 60), 0, 0, 0, 0)>>
+<<case "warhound">>
+ <<set $activeSlaveOneTimeMinAge = 16>>
+ <<set $activeSlaveOneTimeMaxAge = 24>>
+ <<set $oneTimeDisableDisability = 1>>
+ <<set $activeSlave = GenerateNewSlave("")>>
+ <<set $activeSlave.origin = "You don't know what $he was before $he was abducted by Imperial merchants, transformed into a cybernetic, mindbroken hound of war, and sold to you. Now $he only recieves positive stimuli directly to $his brain when being loyal and obedient to you, and a barrage of violent imagery when you order $him to attack.">>
+ <<set $activeSlave.career = "a child soldier">>
+ <<set $activeSlave.devotion = 100>>
+ <<set $activeSlave.trust = 100>>
+ <<set $activeSlave.muscles = random(50,75)>>
+ <<set $activeSlave.fetish == "mindbroken">>
+ <<set $activeSlave.skill.combat = 1>>
+ <<run configureLimbs($activeSlave, "all", 6)>>
+ <<set $activeSlave.teeth = "pointy">>
+ <<set $activeSlave.earT = "inu">>
+ <<set $activeSlave.tailShape = "inu">>
+ <<set $activeSlave.face = random(-25,50)>>
+ <<set $activeSlave.preg = -1>>
+ <<set $activeSlave.intelligence = -100)>>
+ <<set $activeSlave.skill.entertainment = 0>>
+ <<set $activeSlave.skill.anal = 0>>
+ <<set $activeSlave.skill.oral = 0>>
+ <<set $activeSlave.collar = "tight steel">>
+ <<set $activeSlave.skill.whoring = 0>>
+ <<set $activeSlave.canRecruit = 0>>
+ <<set $activeSlave.custom.tattoo = "$He has the Imperial symbol of your arcology tattooed on $his neck above a barcode.">>
+ <<run setHealth($activeSlave, jsRandom(30, 60), 0, 0, 0, 0)>>
+
<<case "dead baron">>
<<set $activeSlaveOneTimeMinAge = 22>>
<<set $activeSlaveOneTimeMaxAge = 34>>
@@ -359,6 +387,14 @@
<br><br>
Planning a genuine feast is no small task. Unlike your typical parties, which can be as simple as preparing food and drinks served by your own slavegirls, this celebration almost by necessity must be an enormous blowout. The Barons will come expecting delicacies from around the world, enough alcohol to get all of them drunk ten times over, foreign slaves and entertainment for the night, and a truly decadcent level of indulgence, one befitting of an assembly of rulers. The greatest celebrations can go on for full days at a time, stopped only to sleep before returning to the festivities. Although such lavishness can be crushingly expensive, the best feasts are more than just the best time anyone can have in the Free Cities - they're also calendar events remembered for years to come.
+<<case "warhound">>
+
+ The Imperial marketplace is a loud and lively place, no matter the day or hour, permeated by the constant noise of face-to-face trade even in the dead of night. As you walk down the marketplace today a dozen different curiosities catch your eye, nose, and ear alike, distracted by the smell of roasting meat and the glimmer of a shiny new old-world fashion on display in some packed-in corner store. But one particularly unusual merchant and his wares catch your attention immediately, standing out from the trifles and trivialities always for sale - a fat, smiling man holding a colorful open-air stand, and holding in one hand a leash attached to a tight steel collar, holding an obviously cybrernetically-enhanced $girl$ on all fours to his side.
+ <br><br>
+ As you approach, the fat merchant bows deeply, still holding the leash. "Ah, your Highness!" The trader says in a high-pitched, silky voice, his pudgy face coming up to look you in the eyes. "I had not expected such a royal calibre of visitor to my humble stall, but you shall nevertheless profit much from my wares." You gesture to the $girl on the leash, who, upon closer inspection, seems to be some kind of cybernetic dog-$girl, and ask what $he is.
+ <br><br>
+ "$He$ is a warhound, your Imperial majesty. A common criminal, some gutter trash waste of oxygen from the old world, given fresh purpose in life by the wonders of our new technologies. Now, what was once a street rat recieves pleasure in life only from obeying the will of $his masters - you and I - courtesy of an implant in $his brain that dulls all function but the pleasure of servitude, flooding $him with serotonin and other such chemicals when $he obeys." The pudgy merchant harshly tugs on the leash, and the 'warhound' yelps, then rolls over on $his back to submissively display $his pristine, naked genitals. "Do not be decieved by $his submissive appearance towards you, my lord. Simply gesture at your foes and whisper an order, and $he will tear a thousand soldiers apart with teeth and claw to protect you. And $he can be yours for the criminally low price of merely twenty thousand credits, special for the undisputed master of $arcologies[0].name!"
+
<<case "baron demand">>
One of your Barons has approached you with an elegantly-worded but rather entitled letter demanding that you increase his already extraordinarily generous stipend and allow for more individual freedom in the management of his arcology district. The petition appears to be supported by a number of other powerful Barons, who have tacked their name on in asking for similar advantages.
@@ -607,6 +643,25 @@
<</link>>
</span>
+<<case "warhound">>
+
+ <span id="result">
+ <<if $cash >= 20000>>
+ <<link "Buy the Warhound">><<print cashFormat(20000)>>
+ <<replace "#result">>
+ You nod once to the merchant and electronically transfer the money to him without a second thought. The pudgy man clasps his hands together gleefully and then hands you the leash, smiling like a snake. "Oh, and we have not yet assigned $him a name, my liege - please feel free to call $him whatever you wish. Enjoy your new hound!"
+ <<run cashX(-20000, "Bought a Warhound")>>
+ <<run newSlave($activeSlave)>>
+ <</replace>>
+ <</link>>
+ <</if>>
+ <br><<link "Decline the merchant's offer">>
+ <<replace "#result">>
+ The merchant shrugs his fat shoulders nonchalantly, his smile not wavering for even a second. "Ah, your loss, my liege. These hounds are very popular, and I doubt $he will still be here by the end of the day. But perhaps another time, no? There is always more gutter trash to capture..."
+ <</replace>>
+ <</link>>
+ </span>
+
<<case "physical idealist encounter">>