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Ghost Tank · **06-12-2018, 11:00 PM**

Finn, I'm a little disappointed, but then again, I completely understand why you're this way for our match. You're afraid. You, the Lion, are meeting the New Breed of Beast, and it scares you. At Warfare, I will be destroying you, like the little toy you are. I am going to break you apart, and make sure no one can ever put you back together again. Well, until the medics get to you, of course. But until then, your ass is going to be torn apart, your bones shattered. You'll never look the same once I am done.

Do you hear them, Finn? Do you hear the screams of my past, and your future? Because I do. You will be making such delightful pained cries that we will have to record just your screams and put it into an album, so that I can just listen to the pain I caused you to suffer through, as I walk through the lands of this earth. As I swim across the oceans.

I'll see you soon, Lion cub. The New Breed comes to dominate your very being, and shatter your very willpower until you are nothing more than a husk. A meat suit.

Toodles!

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