Circle Size | 3 | |
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HP Drain | 3 | |
Accuracy | 3 | |
Approach Rate | 4 | |
Star Rating | 2.46 |
"Y- you don't understand.", mustered the poor boy, desperate and eager to get his words out but as the air around himself thinned, it felt like his lips were being sealed shut. He stood in front of the mapper and finally earned enough courage to say what they wanted to say. "Please delete one of the 727 objects." He'd be taken to the ground in complete anguish realising what he had just done. Strangled by a bundle of lukewarm air, unable to muster any more speech, he'd back away as he slipped into hushed insanity. 727 was his demise, his enemy, his end.
727 took over his soul within a heartbeat.
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