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The neon sign above "The Rusty Spigot" flickered, casting a sickly green glow over the cracked pavement of Sector 7. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cheap synthetic ozone and the desperate hope of those who called this subterranean sprawl home. crack fuckers 7
With a blinding flash of blue light, the Peacekeeper drones plummeted to the ground, their circuits fried. The Crack Fuckers didn't wait around to see the aftermath. They vanished into the fissures, their silhouettes swallowed by the darkness they called home. "Got it
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