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MAD SCRYTCHER
That internal beast created in the forge heat of the desert, bursting from our soles to our souls to dance and dance. The sane cold light of the moon fries our brains.
Inverse: General Brracetool called. He's looking for your ass.
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MAD SCRYTCHER
That internal beast created in the forge heat of the desert, bursting from our soles to our souls to dance and dance. The sane cold light of the moon fries our brains.
Inverse: General Brracetool called. He's looking for your ass.