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@PseudoFighter
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Katılım Haziran 2022
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The uncooked turkey sprouts legs and scurries off of the table towards the sewers of the castle, as if drawn there by instinct.
It had grown a head too, but with its flailing movement, who was to say what it looked like?
【 #FIGHTORFRIGHT 】

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A serpentine neck emerges from the greasy uncooked chicken to gobble up the onion next to him.
While no one was looking, probably.
#FIGHTORFRIGHT
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to a scuffle between beastly martial artists. The cruiser came to a screeching halt, gaudy red and blue flashing wildly as the back tire stopped just short of running @TenguDaoshi’s foot over.
「 YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT. ANYTHING YOU SAY… 」 He leaned
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【 INCOGNITO CASE FILE 001 — 15 MINUTES AFTER #METROMAYHEM. 】
The police radio within the cruiser sang out a million different tunes. Even as the main conflict closed out, there were countless incidents in need of the law. One particular report stuck out, however.
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「 01010100.01001001.01001101.0100010.00100000.01000110.01001111.01010010.00100000.01010000.01001100.01000001.01001110.00100000.01000010.00101110 」
【 #METROMAYHEM 】

@BayAreaBehemoth @HadoSpirit —
tore not into Ryu, but into the floor beneath him, tearing it apart and subsequently forming a hole for him to fall through. Taking into account the leg injury, it should stall him long enough.
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【 #METROMAYHEM 】

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@BayAreaBehemoth @HadoSpirit —
reverberating from the depths of its throat to warn him against advancing. Following this, the unsightly creature would throw back one arm, letting the limb elongate and grow while the appendage at end reforged itself into an axe head.
Swinging that whip of a limb, axe
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#METROMAYHEM - ACT II
He raced through the halls. With each step, bits and pieces of his fight with Sakura flashed through his mind, a feeling beginning to match with the mental picture. Pure violence and hate, no control and the searing pain of losing it. This wasn't the work —
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