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Ghost Tank · (03-15-2018)

Ghost Tank stood in the middle of a road. For what reason? He didn't know. People honking at him, people screaming at him, not giving much of a fuck about them. What was he standing there for? There was something in his head, something telling him there was a reason why he wanted to stand out in the middle of the road. After fifteen minutes of standing in the middle of traffic, some of the owners came out of their cars, screaming profanities at him. One particularly brave owner, barely weighing 220, barely 5'11, shoved Tank at the chest.

He looked at the owner, grinning like a Cheshire Cat, revealing blackened teeth, mismatched colored eyes opening wide and wild.

This is why he stopped. He remembered now. To get ready for his match. The man slowly backed up, but it didn't matter. Tank seemingly pounced on the male as if he was nothing more than food. He grabbed the man's neck, with both hands big enough to easily crush his neck. However, he decided a different route, and bounced his head against his own car, then tossed the man through the windshield.

Finally, the cops had arrived, but the beast was loose, and Tank was just starting his rampage. He added the first officer on the scene to the list of those he's decided to break apart. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and by the waist of his pants, and flung him, hard, into his own car.

The other officers took this as GT meant to be aggressive, and so several of them fired their tasers at first, several bolts shot into his skin, digging deep into the flesh. Soon, enough voltage was being pumped into his body that a charging elephant would be knocked down. But like a

on bath salts, Tank was unstoppable. His muscles convulsing and as if trying to force him to stop, fucking with the neural networking inside of his body. He'd constantly move towards one of the closer officers, his body twitching, spasming, constantly bring him down to a knee, only for him to stand up again. He let out a terrible roar and with a speed that could and would make Usain Bolt impressed, he charged into the officer, spearing him so hard they both flew through the driver's side of this cop's car and through the passenger's side, taking along the taser guns from the hands of the cops as the two slid along the passenger side door across the street. The cop began to hack up blood as Tank stood up slowly.

The taser guns had become stuck in different parts of the car's interior, and with a few steps, the prods are yanked out of his flesh, taking some of the meat of his body with them. The cops, dumbfounded, called for backup, as well as for the ambulance for those who have known Ghost Tank's path of destruction. Soon the once flabbergasted cops drew their guns, and the massive piece pile of meat and muscles felt heat pierce graze several parts of his skin. He whipped around and saw the last three cops firing a hail of bullets, and the maniacal manbeast charged them, leaping over the destroyed cop car, and he soon felt several bullets pierce through biceps, sides of his abdomen, a couple clipped his thighs, but he was a being possessed. The moment he was upon them, they were in the middle of reloading and he leaped at them, turning his body in the air, so all three men felt a 350+ pound man going at 39mph crashing straight into their chests, knocking the wind out of their bodies as he moved to stand. With loud growls, he began to stomp hard upon their chests and faces, until they had broken jaws, cheekbones, fractured skulls and ribs.

By the time backup actually arrived, the Sasquatch of a man had been gone, leaving bloodied and broken bodies in his wake.

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