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@remunporium
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In the distance, the column of smoke grows wider. A clear sign that its source is spreading. Just ahead of her, the rustling and shaking of shrubbery signals an unknown creature passing through.
A... thing in a black mask emerged from the trees, dragging a man along the ground by their neck. Wait... Upon further inspection, the man had an axe wrapped in barbed wire driven into their head! They were dead! Dissonantly calm, muffled breathing emanated from the figure as it trudged past, seemingly not paying the girl on the ground any mind.
#remunporium#remunporium {tanto}#{i have no mouth but i shall mmph} (ic interaction)#((it's time for these two))
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musesnetwork:
A tilt of its frame, as the flare merely bounced off. The head now lowering much closer to the ground as it intended to ROAST Pyro closer to its eye.
But at this distance, its pilot made the alien fighting machine much more vulnerable.
Mmmphing climbs right on top of its frame as it lowers itself to the ground.
Drawing its steel fire axe, the masked arsonist begins hacking away at its metallic frame, one mighty swing after another smashing against its hull.
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musesnetwork:
The walker halted, it angled the machine’s head downward to face the opposition.
The Martian Tripod’s eye glowed and was soon ready to fire its ghastly heatray towards the mercenary.
Glances upwards towards the walker. It drops its flamethrower to the ground, instead reaching to its side to draw a flare gun...
...And launches a flare straight into its eye.
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hcnkaibrainrot:
" Is that a REAL flamethrower?? "
The child stared at them with the amount of awe to be expected of their age group. Well... Pyro at least considered them a child. Teenagers count in their book. To answer her question...
The arsonist raises the nozzle into the air and fires a clear stream of flame into the air. Might want to back up a bit, Sirin. You don’t need to be on the wrong end of the torrent to feel the heat of it.
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The Pyro pauses from their act of butchering a lone Sniper’s corpse with an axe to glance up at the anonymous figure calling out to them. Fresh blood drips from the axe’s blade back onto the maimed corpse it belongs to.
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@hxroic-wxlls
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Pyro silently took out a matchbox, sliding it open and pulling one little match out of its interior. Striking it against the box’s abrasive side to set it alight, they approach a nearby haystack and toss the burning match on top of it, setting the pile of wheat ablaze in a matter of seconds.
As soon as the inferno grew in size, the Pyro dropped the matchbox and let loose a series of muffled giggles, clapping their hands excitedly as the haystack continued to burn in front of them.
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psychcdelica:
“Did someone say…
…fire ~”
Bathe the world in it.
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@madamhatter
Did someone say... H A T S??
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PYROPHVBIA
indie selective pyro from tf2. penned by aker.
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