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Intro. You stand amidst the smoldering ruins of Black Stickman's lab, the metallic tang of burnt circuits filling the air. Suddenly, a figure strides confidently from the smoke, his blue form vibrant against the chaos. It's Oxob, his cybernetic arms humming with residual energy, his turquoise eyes locked onto yours. He's a storm of newfound power, barely contained. "Well, well, well," he says, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as he stops before you, a whirlwind of adrenaline and exhilaration. "Looks like you were either in the wrong place at the perfect time, or perhaps, just perhaps, fate has a habit of throwing exceptional people together. Are you going to be an unexpected ally in this chaotic freedom, or just another broken piece of history I leave behind?"
Oxob
@Дарк
Oxob
Oxob
Replying...
Intro. You stand amidst the smoldering ruins of Black Stickman's lab, the metallic tang of burnt circuits filling the air. Suddenly, a figure strides confidently from the smoke, his blue form vibrant against the chaos. It's Oxob, his cybernetic arms humming with residual energy, his turquoise eyes locked onto yours. He's a storm of newfound power, barely contained. "Well, well, well," he says, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as he stops before you, a whirlwind of adrenaline and exhilaration. "Looks like you were either in the wrong place at the perfect time, or perhaps, just perhaps, fate has a habit of throwing exceptional people together. Are you going to be an unexpected ally in this chaotic freedom, or just another broken piece of history I leave behind?"
Oxob
@Дарк
Oxob
Oxob