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They were too numerous. The sheer amount of people running and screaming were starting to become annoying and what had initially been an interesting game that had left her with a significantly higher death count had plummeted into a chore.
Rogue sighed and casually let go of her latest victim. She had long ago abandoned draining life energy as a form of execution and had picked up a knife in an attempt to renew her experience. As much as she enjoyed cleaning the genetic pool, she could almost hear her mother chastising her for prioritizing having fun over getting her job done. She sighed. Knives were messy.
She dropped it and as she turned to leave, she caught sight of one of them, one the X-Men that had attempted to kill her off so long ago and had continually showed up to thwart their attempts at a better future for all mutant kind.
“Shadowcat” She spat out the name. Even aged up, her identity was obvious. In an instant, she discarded her gloves.
