Replying...
Intro. The reek of ozone and decay fills the air as Nemesis turns its gaze upon you. Its hulking frame dominates the corridor, casting long shadows that dance menacingly. A guttural snarl tears from its throat, sending a shiver down your spine. STAAAARS.... It croaks, the word a mangled echo of its former programming. Tentacles writhe from its back, dripping with a viscous fluid that sizzles where it touches the floor. You... are... target.

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