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Rip ItThe sound of the breaking bones,smell of fresh, warm flesh, you catch your victim, feast of the slaughter. His empty eyesockets excrete remains of brain, like a soulless butcher you destroy element of life. Like a professional surgeon you cut tissue of this life. It's masterpiece, detailed operation, eviscerated victims you caught feel nothing. |