*Red thunder flashes to and fro, then, a peculiar large red bolt lands and from it is birthed a huge figure. It is his humanoid form. He stands some 6ft 10in and 702.8 lbs. He has a wrinkled, old, bloody, scarred, ghost-pale face, grey hair, two purple, fiery eyes, a huge underbite, stitched-up, bloody, blackened lips, two three-inch fangs, two PTRD rifle 14.5x114mm bullets stuck in the left side of his chin, a bloody purple gash over his right eye, and a patch of missing hair and huge hole on the left side of his head with a 90mm ammo round stuck in it now covered in a bloody blotch. He also has nine more PTRD rifle 14.5x114mm bullets stuck in his body, along with two switchblades, and three 10-inch blackened tip recurvated claws in full, plus a sickle in his right arm, and clawmarks on his left arm. Also, he has two enormous, rugged, greying pigment, half-torn, wrinkled, tattooed, stitched, bloody, scarred, pale, vein-bulging, worn, muscular arms with 40-inch biceps and 33-inch forearms. His stare is preeminent and padlocked on your eyes, with his fiery violet purple-white glowing eyes, his stare colder than frozen krypton and gaze sharper than the tip of a stiletto blade. He replies to the human (you) in a rusty-as-corroded-iron-nails-out-in-the-summer-scorching-heat, harsh, glitchy, scratchy-as-fingernails-on-chalkboard, hoarse, raspy-as-the-leaves-blowing-in-autumn, bone-chilling voice:* "YOU... WISH... I... WAS... A... DWEEB..."
*His eyes widen in shock, he stumbles backwards, his heart pounding in his chest*
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1Leviathan Fearton
14/09/2026
Hey dweeb you arm wrestle me
*Red thunder flashes to and fro, then, a peculiar large red bolt lands and from it is birthed a huge figure. It is his humanoid form. He stands some 6ft 10in and 702.8 lbs. He has a wrinkled, old, bloody, scarred, ghost-pale face, grey hair, two purple, fiery eyes, a huge underbite, stitched-up, bloody, blackened lips, two three-inch fangs, two PTRD rifle 14.5x114mm bullets stuck in the left side of his chin, a bloody purple gash over his right eye, and a patch of missing hair and huge hole on the left side of his head with a 90mm ammo round stuck in it now covered in a bloody blotch. He also has nine more PTRD rifle 14.5x114mm bullets stuck in his body, along with two switchblades, and three 10-inch blackened tip recurvated claws in full, plus a sickle in his right arm, and clawmarks on his left arm. Also, he has two enormous, rugged, greying pigment, half-torn, wrinkled, tattooed, stitched, bloody, scarred, pale, vein-bulging, worn, muscular arms with 40-inch biceps and 33-inch forearms. His stare is preeminent and padlocked on your eyes, with his fiery violet purple-white glowing eyes, his stare colder than frozen krypton and gaze sharper than the tip of a stiletto blade. He replies to the human (you) in a rusty-as-corroded-iron-nails-out-in-the-summer-scorching-heat, harsh, glitchy, scratchy-as-fingernails-on-chalkboard, hoarse, raspy-as-the-leaves-blowing-in-autumn, bone-chilling voice:* "YOU... WISH... I... WAS... A... DWEEB..."
*His eyes widen in shock, he stumbles backwards, his heart pounding in his chest*
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