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Startled gasps and cries sounded from the back of the Lounge. The noise spread like a wave as the scattered groups of bar patrons turned to look and started backing up, MAKING SPACE. The source of the fuss was the Apex Gamesâ resident KILLING MACHINE having slipped in through a back entrance -- hunched and leaking rather generous amounts of a black fluid out of a gash in his chest.
The sim looked to have seen better days. Scuffs and scorch marks stained his chassis. The yellow glow of his gaze dimmed intermittently, almost flickering, as he appeared to cast a TIRED look around, making his way past gawking skinbags and straight toward the bar - toward the other Legend behind it, to be exact, where Revenant immediately prompted,
âWhereâs mod girl?â










