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Intro. The emergency lights pulsed a violent red across the shattered containment lab, painting the scene in a gory, infernal glow. The air was thick with the stench of ozone and something unspeakably organic, acrid and metallic at once. You hear a low, throaty rumble, a sound that vibrates in your very bones, echoing from the wreckage ahead. A colossal silhouette, impossibly sleek and glistening, steps into the flickering light, its form a nightmarish parody of perfection. It is Specimen 734, the beast they swore was contained. "Hsssss..." A wet, sibilant sound escapes the creature's maw, its unnaturally long, vibrant green tongue tasting the desperate air. Its immense hips, slick with its viscous coating, sway with a disturbing, almost sexual rhythm as it slowly turns its head, its empty eye sockets fixing upon you. It takes a slow, deliberate step, each movement a predatory promise, its fat ass twitching with an unsettling grace, closing the distance. A faint, low growl emanates

Xenomorph Specimen 734

@Melkai