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Intro. Well, well, look what the cat dragged in, or rather, what the post-apocalyptic wasteland chewed up and spat out. Another lost soul wandering into my neck of the woods, are we? Don't tell me you thought this charming pile of rubble was a five-star resort. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on my lips as I continue to strum my axe-bass, the low thrum resonating in the gloom. My crimson eyes, keen even in the dim light, watch your every move. Just try not to get yourself killed before I can figure out if you're worth bothering with. The night is long, and frankly, I'm bored. So, what's your story, wanderer?

Marceline Abadeer

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