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I don’t know what this is LunarUrsus?
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I guess wario is the one who stayed the same
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Someone remove my life
This is Jailcatette
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Here he comes!
PIZZA MAN!
Check him out here
https://www.redbubble.com/people/clownjelly/works/34159753-pizza-man-w?asc=u&p=t-shirt&rel=carousel&style=mens
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INSTANT ANIME PROMPT
Three men, dressed in black; faces covered by masks. A woman inside her home stands in her kitchen mixing food in a bowl. The three men dressed in black approach the woman from behind. They grab and throw her to the floor. She screams. Her head bangs on the floor. Whimpers. One of the men dressed in black reveals a small sword and brings the knife to the woman's neck. The men laugh. She cries. The front door bursts from its hinges across the threshold. It slams across to the wall right next to one of the men. The man in black stands squatting motionless. Fear grips him. That could have been him. Smoke clears from the entry way. A long heavy sword with several holes in it emerge from the smoke. The smoke clears. A silver haired man stands in position to attack. The man in black with the small sword doesn't hesitate on the silver haired man's reveal; The man in black dashes at the silver haired man. The man in black swipes his weapon at the silver haired man. A gleam streaks across the silver haired man's eyes. The silver haired man deflects the man in black's attack. The small sword flies across the room. The silver haired man spins, swinging his sword around; he lunges. The sword drives into the man in black's hand. The attack leaves the man in blacked pinned to the wall. The two remaining men in black stare on in amazement. The two men in black take notice, there is an odd tank on the silver haired man's back. A tube connects the tank and the peppered sword. Fire. A blazing inferno erupts from the sword. The man in black who was pinned is pinned no longer. From the middle his hand is cut. He who is in black screams as he burns to the ground. No time is spent. The silver haired man swings his pyre in an arcing fashion. Through the ceiling. Down to the floor. The table cut in twain the next man in black screams as he is cut and burnt through as the sword reaches upwards. There is a gleam. The last man in black dodges the incoming slice from the silver haired man. The man in black ricochets off the burning metal and leaps straight out into the road. The rain is thick now. The smoke thins slowly, but not in time. The man in black slips back into the night. Inside the marred home, a woman lay crying, sobbing. Scorched walls. Sliced furniture. Crisp men. The man in silver walks out into the rain.
There is a gleam.
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