TERRIBLE THINGS (Brawl Stars)
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Concluida jue, jul 4, 202411m
Fang wasn't scared of what was going to happen. He could already feel his consciousness fading, as the corners of his eyes faded into darkness. He was losing his strength, losing the will to keep his eyes open any longer. But he knew what would happen. It'd happen to him a lot of times, to everyone he's ever seen in this god-forsaken park.
He'd come back, like he always does.
Or...
During a match at Hard Rock Mine, Fang bites off more he can chew and throws the game in a painful way.
TRIGGER WARNING FOR THE FOLLOWING
Gore, amputation, brains/brain matter
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