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Bullshovic Donkeykick
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Down a long, blood-soaked hallway, an animalistic figure pounced. A pair of twins wielding handguns screamed in shock at the sudden ambush, whirling their weapons around to face the beastly opponent, firing round after round in an attempt to bring it down. Bullets ricocheted within the enclosed space, and yet not one found its mark. The beast slid between the legs of one of the twins, then climbed onto his back with horrifying speed. The other twin, a female, cried out as she watched her brother's head torn off. It was only seconds and a few gunshots later before she met the same fate. The horrifying sound of death gurgles emitted from the two detached heads that now rolled around on the floor. Chakka skipped around the corner, dragging the two headless bodies behind him as he went. "Come longz now friends, no time for sleepy, its be playtime!" Chakka cackled madly, digging his blade claws deep into the flesh of his victims. Blood painted the floor as he went, spilling out of the severed necks.
Soon, this experiment gone wrong grew bored with his lifeless friends, dropping their corpses on the floor. His yellow eyes peered hungrily forward, blade-claws clinking together in anticipation. "Chakka grinds, chakka tears, chakka cuts, rrrrrrrr..." Proceeding onto all fours, Chakka impatiently pelted helter skelter through the death maze, narrowly avoiding a spike trap. "CHAHHAHAHA!!!" he laughed, sniffing the air. Ahhh. He smelled prey.
Soon, this experiment gone wrong grew bored with his lifeless friends, dropping their corpses on the floor. His yellow eyes peered hungrily forward, blade-claws clinking together in anticipation. "Chakka grinds, chakka tears, chakka cuts, rrrrrrrr..." Proceeding onto all fours, Chakka impatiently pelted helter skelter through the death maze, narrowly avoiding a spike trap. "CHAHHAHAHA!!!" he laughed, sniffing the air. Ahhh. He smelled prey.