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Gloomie’s Favourite Human Description: The first to put a smile on Gloomie Shroomie. Effects: Fame +50 === With three hundred and fifty fame points, Zen marched to the next dungeon as his party members reported the collapse of Gloomie’s corpse. “The ugly thugs appeared,” Sasha announced. “Machine gun and chain smoker are a pain to deal with. I don’t know what you’re doing, but hurry up! I’m running out of bandages!” Hearing that Mandy summoned two new corpses, Zen checked their video perspectives. Melee fighters were disadvantaged in this match-up.

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

In any case, Angry Fox is toast, while Big Jim and the Mountain are still standing, and this is a huge problem. Angry Fox’s finger twitches on the trigger of his weapon, and maybe that frees up the firing mechanism because it sprays another burst that smacks the Mountain in the chest. A pink mist of aerosolized blood drifts over us as the big man groans and collapses. Angry Fox falls at the same moment, face-down in the puddle, gray smoke wafting from his fur. We hope he’s dead. Screaming, Big Jim empties his pistol into the prone furry.

I repeated but with some hostility. "No need to sound aggressive Mr James" said Nicolas. He had a heavy moustache and a big frame and when he smiled, it didn't quite reach his eyes. "We have a message for you" Harold said. "Give me the message and get the hell out" I said. "Its right here" Nicolas said, searching his briefcase. Before I could react, two bullets were immediately lodged into my skull. I saw my life flash before my eyes as I slowly sank into oblivion.

The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course, heat. Dordin wasn't in a good state of mind, he didn't have time to figure things out because Generosasis had just released fire on her sister, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, this time, the people already knew things were about to get ugly and that was when they got scared. Really scared." Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand.

My stomach dropped when I noticed the bags under his eyes but he was still smiling. "Hey! Come on in." He offered and opened the door wider. I went inside and looked around his entire unit. It was messy as if someone had gone bersek. My stomach churned and I have a strange feeling that I cannot explain. I turned to ask him but something hit my head and my head throbbed, my sight blurred and I slowly fell until I fainted.

Blood splatters against the floor, merging into the pool with a soft slap. I laugh. It’s a low, broken gurgle—but it’s real. I spit blood onto the boot of the one closest through torn lips. “Missed a spot,” I rasp with a sinister chuckle. His fist slams across my face hard enough to make the world explode in white. My jaw shifts wrong. Blood fills my mouth like wine. Tears burn the edges of my vision, but I refuse to let them fall. “Still got a mouth on her,” one sneers. “Maybe it’s time for another cleansing.”

Dino and Tomiwa, bruised but alive, are entering a dark building marked with red graffiti. Below it, a message: "He’s mine now. - S"

I supposed I will die from blood loss in five minutes according to one article that I have read. Suddenly, a familiar feeling crept into my veins. I can no longer hear the insane cackles of my aunt. The blood stopped gushing from my wound. It felt like time froze again, and it only means one thing. “D-doom…” I faintly whispered under my breath. “Open your eyes. It's not yet your time.” Did I hear it correctly? It's Doom's voice right? Did he come to save me again? I opened my eyes, and I was greeted by his crimson orbs.

Trapped. I closed my eyes, preparing for the inevitable. This was it, the end. I had failed to protect myself, failed to defeat Prometheus. My life was a failure. A sudden surge of adrenaline coursed through me. I was not going to give up without a fight. With a desperate lunge, I grabbed a loose stone from the ground. I swung it with all my might, aiming for the wolf's head. The stone connected with a satisfying thud. The wolf howled in pain, its grip loosening. I took advantage of the distraction and kicked it with all my strength. The wolf stumbled backward, giving me a brief moment to catch my breath.