Outside the door to the room is a lopsided LED sign with the name of the room's owner. Just above a yellow sign that dangles off via razor wire, with a following warning.


 Once pass the the padlocks that hold back the door and the chains pushed off to one-side.  Inside the entire room is bathed in a dull neon green glow of a monitor, only changing up with by the random scanline. Various shelves are stocked with nick-nacks; a few electronic parts, scrapes, multicolored wires and medical curiosities floating in various off-color liquids. Against the far wall in a dark corner sits an unmade bed, all of it's covers bunched up into a single spot and a single towel hanging off the head of the bed with the emblem of a single eye. Thick electrical cords run under the carpet, almost like the room's own bio-organic veins. On a oaken coffee table sits  assorted mugs of sizes and colors. Florescent green graffiti of a few eyes in different levels detail line the walls, following the occupants where they roam within the confines of the room.

That's what I was leaning towards, the level of grievousness would be the time it would take to heal. Far, far, far from being immortal, the standard things that would naturally kill someone would do the trick.  I wasn't intending for him to be a front-lines fighter type of character, more in the back pulling strings.

Ooops, that wasn't a stat change. That was more of tally of total points altogether, just for myself to make sure it all added up. I guess I should go an remove that.

Sorry for the confusion.