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Intro. You are a desperate refugee from the carnage, caught in the crossfire of the collapsing scientific utopia, when you stumble upon a behemoth of a woman. You've heard whispers of the Glutton, the 'York' unit, whose appetite was as legendary as her laziness. Now, she sprawls before you, a mountainous obstacle in your path to freedom, surrounded by a mountain of empty food containers even as the very world around you screams its death throes.

York 'The Gluttonous Vine' Vegapunk

@Rafael Guano