#asbeel ultrakill

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

hey its the sarkomancer

germa985 belongs to @onlineviolence. tried drawing their helmet design alone for a bit beforehand (hell you can even see the erased lines), i think i did alright

[angeihazard]

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{ Minos is dead? }

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{ SISYPHUS GOT OUT? }

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[howgalling]

i made an ultrakill secret boss OC for fun. An angel who fell in love w/ a human (before humanity fell) and they were both damned for it and banished to hell <3

[meldailyarts]

day 3 and make-ups for previous days! first image are some poses i referenced from some of @.goatpaste's art (too nervous to @ directly), trish una (i have not drawn her or like any human characters in like forever), and @thatocelot's ultrakill oc asbeel with a cat :3

[onlineviolence]

hmm. asbeel ultrakill. thoughts?

are they an oc of yours? if yes id love to know about them :D

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

Gabriel: And then you decide to attack it? Knowing it was near a lode-bearing wall, you cause it to blow up? For the Fat...

{Asbeel's deafening silence manages to drown out Gabriel's upset vocalizations about a situation that caused Asbeel's fall from grace.}

Gabriel: HOW ARE YOU TALKING OVER ME?! YOU CAN'T EVEN SPEAK ANYMORE!

{Asbeel flips off Gabriel in respose. A speech bubble wraps around Asbeel's hand.}

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

i think i did an autism:tm: when i made asbeel. like i saw:

and went "YES YES YES BLOOD DEATH KILL YIPPEE" i think. and since ultrakill is. in my understanding, a parody of christian beliefs 'n' shit, i figured: let's try this again.

note: i'm not entirely destroying their character as of right now, just pulling some shenanigans.

bang. Asbeel if they weren't so hellbent on killing people a/the Angel of Destruction, or, perhaps, if the Council mucked up their history to spread false rumors of them - lying about their role as a/the Angel of Destruction. maybe they wanted peace. comfort.

hell, that's what the high heels are for, no?

and yeah they get neat wings too

anyway +ENRAGED form because those are fun

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yummy

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

:)

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

BLOOD-BOILED JUDGEMENT

[tl;dr: heaven-feared fallen angel fights robot that killed everything else. no spoilers]

{Railcannon. Sharpshooter. Projectile boost, projectile boost. A couple of parries here and there, and there's another P rank in the books. V1 siphons a little more blood to top off its health bar, and flies down the elevator shaft of 9-2, after freshly beating Gabriel down for the last time.}

{It's been quite the adventure for V1, what with all of the bloodlusting through the layers of Hell and meeting some funky characters along the way. It fought V2 - its apparent superior, from what it read on the internet - and annihilated it. Then Sisyphus Prime, a durable fighter who's Prime Soul started forming BEFORE he died, and won.}

{There is no enemy that can face V1 now and survive.}

{It lands in... 9-4? Isn't there supposed to be a third lev-... doesn't Treachery only have two levels? Where the fuck is V1??}

{It exits the elevator shaft, out to a significantly frozen landscape... wait, this isn't Judecca. What the fuck?}

{A circular arena-styled hellscape at the very bottom of Hell, practically underneath Judecca...? V1 is quite confused. Something that, judging by its notifications, shouldn't be available. It attempts to get back into the elevator shaft, but finds that the doors aren't there.}

{It's stuck here.}

{FUCK.}

{A flash of red appears at the center of the arena. V1 turns to face the center, identifying its final 'challenge'.}

{An angel, around Sisyphus' height, glowing red. They wield a crowbar, staring down V1 like a thing possessed.}

/-/-/ 9-5 // TREACHERY SECRET ENDING \-\-\

\-\-\ FORTUNATE SON /-/-/

{Hah. Funny name for an ice level. V1 waits for whatever monologue the Fallen Angel has prepared.}

{...}

{...}

{...}

{V1 looks to its Knuckleblaster wrist, as if it forgot to bring a watch.}

{A beat passes. V1 looks to the angel, shrugging its arms, wanting to know where the monologue is.}

{Then, some realization hits. Oh, this one's Asbeel, right? The mute one? That makes sense.}

Asbeel: I see now that intimidation doesn't work against your kind.

{Oh, there it is.}

Asbeel: Freak. Your reign of terror across Hell ends here. I shall wreak havoc across your feeble frame and hear your pitiful screams. Your crusade shall end in a whimper, struggling against the floor of Hell. I-

{V1's heard this whole spiel before. It flicks some coins up in the air, pulling off a Railcoin during Asbeel's monologue.}

{Unexpectedly, Asbeel parries the Railcannon shot right back at V1, hitting it for 50 damage.}

Asbeel: How rude.

{V1's left in a brief stupor, never having been counterparried before - especially not with their own Railcoin. Sheesh. Its gyroscopes barely have any time to react before coming up with a battle plan, with Asbeel bringing their crowbar down behind V1's upper shoulder blade plating and ripping the plates off.}

{How uncharacteristically weak. Asbeel wastes no time in pinning the disgusting wretch to the floor chest-up with their crowbar, getting down on their knees to pummel the vampire personally. Senator Style. Two punches in, and...}

{YOU ARE DEAD} { | | | | | 💀 | | | | | } {PRESS [R] TO RETRY}

{...}

{V1 appears again at the bottom of the elevator shaft.}

{...}

{This is going to take a bit.}

{V1 takes a moment to 'breathe' and recuperate before heading back into the arena.}

{Off to its right, Asbeel sits there, kneeling over V1's first corpse. They were to punch the wreck a seventeenth time, before noticing V1's new frame.}

Asbeel: ...oh, you're one of those. Hideous.

{V1's shoulders jittered and gyrated, as if mockingly bellylaughing at the archangel. Then, a shot of white noise.}

V1: SO YOU INTEND TO WIN V1: HOW DO YOU MEAN TO DO SO AGAINST ME V1: I'VE ALREADY KILLED EVERYTHING ELSE

Asbeel: So both of us have secret voices...? Why do you hide yours?

V1: OH, YOU KNOW V1: PLOT-IRRELEVANT VOICE BOX V1: YOU

Asbeel: God had forced me into silence. Now that He's dead, I can talk as much as I want. Oh, I'd like to tell you that Gabriel's still alive.

V1: WELL OF COURSE HE IS V1: IF YOU CAN'T SEE A CORPSE:

Asbeel: ...then they're still alive. I suppose that's a fair assumption. ...Have you ever heard of Undertale?

V1: PLEASE DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE GOING TO REFERENCE SANS

{Asbeel chuckles from underneath their helmet.}

Asbeel: Well, you're already in Hell. Might as well throw some gasoline on you.

{Their fight begun proper, Asbeel flashes back onto their feet, attempting to beat V1 down with its first corpse. V1 parries its own corpse (funny), following up with a shotgun blast.}

{The shotgun pellets simply bounce off of Asbeel's shoulderplate. A crowbar flies into V1's head, the robot barely able to dodge out of the way through dashing to the right.}

{V1 attempts to Whiplash themselves to Asbeel, trying to see if it can't do some close-up damage into their back... but Asbeel wraps their hand around the Whiplash's spearhead. They use the Whiplash to beat V1 into the ground a good couple of times, before pinning V1 to the ground and ripping the Whiplash off of its frame.}

{V1 responds with a point-blank Railcoin into Asbeel's face, knocking them backward, onto their back. They quickly get back onto their feet, looking towards V1's last known position and not seeing it.}

Asbeel: ...clever. What other tricks have you up your sleeves?

{No response. Asbeel assumes it's hiding among the ages-old wreckage of the arena. They begin searching.}

{V1 attempts, over and over, to bash the Whiplash back into its socket. It's not working. The shoulder is minced to bits. This isn't stopping V1, desperate to have its funny grapple arm back.}

{Eventually, it gives up, siphoning whatever blood it can from the Whiplash and preparing to Mal-Nuke Asbeel.}

{The fallen angel strays into range. A Core flies next to their face, followed up by a flash of orange and an explosion, right in the face. This causes Asbeel to stumble over their feet, throwing their crowbar in the general direction of V1.}

{Of course, it misses by a foot.}

{Asbeel flies behind V1, grabbing their crowbar once again and attempting to pin it to a chunk of ice. V1, again, dodges this attack, following up with a Sharpshooter/Slab-Piercer/Railcoin combo. Asbeel collapses to their knees, confusing V1 yet again.}

V1: WHAT'S WITH THE LETHARGY BUDDY

Asbeel: Apologies. It's been a while since I've fought anything one-on-one.

{Belting out a cough, Asbeel adjusts their helmet.}

Asbeel: As for you. Did you get an upgrade in regards to your Railcannon?

V1: EXPLAIN

Asbeel: You seem to be using it quite more than what should be possible. Grab a few extra batteries along the way?

V1: I GUESS SO V1: YOU SURE LOVE MONOLOGUING HUH

{Asbeel gets back onto their feet again. They look over their crowbar.}

Asbeel: How many times are you going to come back?

V1: AS MANY AS IT TAKES TO KILL YOU

Asbeel: As you wish.

{Asbeel cracks their knuckles, chucking their crowbar at V1 before disappearing as soon as V1 looks away.}

{V1 slidejumps around the arena, searching for Asbeel.}

{...}

{...No archangels.}

{No exit shafts either.}

{What's this about, then?}

{V1 stops in place, cycling their weapons impatiently.}

{Three beats pass. A crowbar finds itself in the crevasses of V1's chestplating, ripping said plating out from behind. V1 turns around, getting punched in the face for its efforts.}

{YOU ARE DEAD} { | | | | | 💀 | | | | | } {PRESS [R] TO RETRY}

{...}

{...V1 lands at the bottom of the elevator again.}

{That's some bullshit.}

{V1 flips its Sharpshooter between idle hands, stomping into the arena once more.}

{It is immediately met by its second corpse, parrying it out of the air and ricocheting a charged shot into the angel ahead. It intends to combo that up with some coins.}

{So, in order, V1's opening salvo is as follows: Sharpshooter -> Marksman coins (3) as the Sharpshooter's shot ricochets off of the ground, to act as a sort of sidegrade to a Railcoin -> Railcannon a 4th Marksman coin for pretty good damage.}

{Asbeel responds to the Railcoin by tossing some stolen coins of their own into the air, and ultra-rico-parrying the Railcoin into V1's wings, destroying them.}

{Well. Its armament is gone. Great.}

{V1 steals its Slab Piercer from its corresponding feather before it deactivates, jumps onto Asbeel, and whales on them with all three arms and the Slab Piercer.}

{Asbeel, having a crowbar swing interrupted by getting spidermonkeyed by a security camera, attempts to swing at V1 as it clamors around their bulky frame.}

{After V1 is able to get a total of 31 punches and 6 charged shots into Asbeel's helmet, Asbeel finally responds by digging their free hand into the pesky robot's back and gripping hard, ripping it off of them with force.}

{When V1 got their Whiplash back, Asbeel can not recall. Doesn't matter. They'll simply rip it off again.}

{They bury the bent end of their crowbar into V1's chest before it's able to get back onto its feet, hopping over to a nearby wall and bashing the wall with the newly-created V1-on-a-stick.}

{It takes only three impacts, before-}

{YOU ARE DEAD} { | | | | | 💀 | | | | | } {PRESS [R] TO RETRY}

{...}

{...}

{...The delay is longer this time. Asbeel relieves their crowbar of the corpse, taking a seat on a nearby ice chunk.}

{Five minutes pass.}

{V1 returns from the elevator doors.}

{Asbeel looks towards the vampire.}

V1: SORRY V1: HAD TO RESEARCH SOME NEW TECHNIQUES

{And off it goes, to hide behind a chunk of ice. Asbeel wonders what it might be planning.}

{V1 seems to have grabbed a pre-nerf version of the Sharpshooter. Where? Who fucking knows. It Slam Storage jumps into the ceiling, throwing some coins up before jumping off of the ceiling and back onto the floor, following up with firing the pre-nerf Sharpshooter at one of the coins.}

{This does some fucking nutty damage to Asbeel.}

{V1 comes out of hiding, to find Asbeel kneeling on the ground.}

V1: WHAT DO YOU THINK

{Asbeel hacks up some blood.}

Asbeel: ...a... couple of things... [Suppressed cough]. For example:

{Asbeel's crowbar pops in out of nowhere, making itself known in V1's lower torso. Once V1's attention is focused onto the crowbar, Asbeel throws a haymaker into V1's face.}

{YOU ARE DEAD} { | | | | | 💀 | | | | | } {PRESS [R] TO RETRY}

{...This takes... quite the long time. A time I'd rather not write down each instance for. Here's a couple of them, however.}

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{Retry 12: Asbeel pulls off a wrestling move on V1, piledriving it.}

{Retry 56: Asbeel uppercuts V1's Knuckleblaster, making it kill itself with its own arm.}

{Retry 132: Asbeel utilizes some of their previous knowledge against V1, breaking its back(servos) like they'd done to Gabriel.}

{Retry 324: Asbeel manages to pull off some Looney Tunes shit against V1, crushing it with an ice chunk.}

{Retry 1006: Asbeel tears V1 apart with the crowbar, letting it suffer against the cold hard ground.}

{Retry 1942: Asbeel manages to summon Tricky the Clown himself. He clowns around as a result, torturing V1 until growing tired of it and wrecking it with his Improbability Drive.}

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{Retry 9000.}

{V1 grows +ENRAGED.}

{The elevator doors fly out of the wall, making their new homes in the wall adjacent. Asbeel is peppered by ice particles.}

{V1, unable to utilize illegal tactic after illegal tactic against Asbeel, doesn't have the slightest clue in Hell in how to defeat Asbeel. It's tried shooting into the cracks of their armor. It's tried to catch Asbeel offguard. It's tried cheating, for God's sake. Its motherboard is fried.}

{Asbeel looks up from their book.}

Asbeel: You look like V2. Having fun?

{The first time Asbeel's spoken in 1000 retries, followed by...}

{Asbeel looks to their crowbar. Many chinks line it, similar to Asbeel's armor, now ripe for destruction.}

{Asbeel looks to the machine. Steam flies off of its plating, its arms shaking as they bob up and down, its rage put into something tangible. The Nokia's pissed. Hah.}

{Asbeel assumes their armor won't last this time. They get off of the ice chunk, cracking their knuckles one last time.}

Asbeel: Your heresy will not be tolerated.

V1: YOU WILL NOT STOP MY CRUSADE A SECOND LONGER

{V1 launches coins into the air, Deadcoining one off of the wall behind it with the Whiplash, and Sharpcoining the other three into Asbeel with the Feedbacker. It prepares to Mal-Nuke Asbeel with its free arm and the Knuckleblaster.}

{Asbeel parries the Sharpcoin back into V1, knocked back 5 feet by the Mal-Nuke. They toss their crowbar into V1's torso, missing by half a foot.}

{A Whiplash head digs its way into Asbeel's shoulder, followed by a Slab Piercer + Marksman combo into their face, as well as a stomp for good measure.}

{As Asbeel attempts to reach for V1, it rips the Whiplash's head out of their shoulder, shoving magnets into their sternum and firing saws and nails galore into the archangel.}

{Asbeel responds by teleporting behind it, attempting to uppercut it with their crowbar, and failing.}

{V1 freezes a rocket in place, hitting it with a Malicious Railcannon, and following up with The Funny S.R.S. + Shotgun + Sharpshooter Combo.}

{Asbeel stumbles over onto their ass. V1 leaps onto Asbeel, triple-wielding the Revolver variants with their right arms and digging into the fallen angel's helmet with the free arm.}

{As Asbeel attempts to swing again, V1 FINALLY destroys a significant chunk of armor: the chestpiece, through a point-blank Overpump explosion. This reveals the carapace underneath, naturally, adorned with glowing religious tattoos and long-dried blood, recently mixed in with the fresh stuff.}

{V1 finishes Asbeel off with a Railcoin, directly through the heart.}

{Asbeel crumbles to their knees. V1's +ENRAGED state wears off.}

{Built to be unstoppable, the most feared archangel in Heaven - before Gabe - clenches at the fresh hyper-heated hole in their chest. Their own milleniae-long +ENRAGE brought to an end, Asbeel's previously red-hot armor is brought to a cold, dark and dull lapis.}

{...They take a breath, and softly speak their last.}

Asbeel: you... fight quite well. despite the damage, you immediately develop new strategies to destroy me... and it only took you nine thousand attempts.

{They take another breath.}

Asbeel: congratulations, V1. you truly are the toughest opponent i've had in years. may your legacy be remembered and feared by all, as gabriel's has.

V1: WHAT ABOUT YOU

Asbeel: why do i matter? it's your story, is it not?

V1: V1: I SUPPOSE SO V1: ONE QUESTION HOWEVER V1: WHERE DO YOU GO WHEN YOU DIE V1: WE'RE ALREADY IN HELL

Asbeel: ...no one's ever told me. i'll have to figure that out for myself. Asbeel: i'd also like to point out that you're the only being to ever hear my voice. tell me, before i die... what do you think?

V1: WELL V1: YOU SOUND LIKE A BASS GUITAR WAS GIVEN LIFE V1: IF THAT MAKES SENSE

Asbeel: huh... interesting.

{...The corpse collapses to the ground. Their wings have disappeared.}

{V1 takes a knee, checking Asbeel's pulse.}

{...}

{...Finally.}

{V1 stands up, heading to the exit elevator... only to find that there is no hole. They were right: this is the bottom of Hell. Only way out is up.}

{Thank fuck for the actual platform.}

{V1 stands onto the elevator platform, presses the button, and finally leaves the bottom of Judecca.}

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{TIME: 42,536:59:14 | F}

{KILLS: 1 | S}

{STYLE: 1,546,354 | S}

{OVERALL RANK: D}

{SECRETS: [No.]}

{CHALLENGE: [Parry Asbeel's crowbar.] | YES}

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

{There walks a beast, prowling the lower layers of Hell. The Angels speak of their name only in short murmurs outside of earshot, for fear that they may hear, no matter how deep. They spread a rumor of Gabriel's spine having been destroyed by this beast. A beast donned in impenetrable armor. A beast fueled by naught but boiling blood.}

{A beast by the name of Asbeel.}

{Asbeel is a dangerous foe from time immemorial. Their legacy is drenched in blood and born from a perceived hatred of everything living.}

{Asbeel had not seen a hostile enemy within their adventures of Hell. They were unknowable yet terrifying. Even the Hideous Masses hadn't thought to cross the wires of Asbeel.} {...not like Asbeel could know why.}

{It enrages Asbeel to know that they are unapproachable by those they would befriend in a heartbeat. Perhaps it is their armor. Perhaps it could be their large crowbar. Perhaps... something else.}

{Asbeel recalls the moment around them, recognizing the frozen halls of 9-2. It appears that everything is pristine... whatever still stands, at least.}

{It freezes down in these layers of Hell. They say that the light of the Holy Father cannot reach this far down... perhaps that The Devil forbids it so. None knows for sure.}

{Asbeel's thunderous footsteps echo throughout the landscape of ruined walls and expansive rivers, the heat emanating from their armor melting the snow and ice beneath if the weight had not done so already. Equally, their armor turns all snowflakes that dare touch it to pure steam.}

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{Gabriel leans against a pillar, learning to draw in a notebook borrowed off of a skeleton back in 7-3. He'd remark that he admires the artists of Humanity, but he'd rather conserve his energy for drawing.}

{He hears the footsteps of what he assumes to be a Hideous Mass, or maybe one of those 'cyber-demons', from beyond the pillar encroaching ever closer upon his pillar.}

{He grows curious, standing from his rock and satisfying his curiosity.}

Gabriel: Halt, heathen! Who goes the-AGH!

{Asbeel stares down upon the Archangel.}

Gabriel: I... ehm... greetings, a-Asbeel. What brings you here...?

{Asbeel does not respond.}

Gabriel: I see. Erm- you are mute. My apologies. You'd not mind communicating through writing?

{Asbeel, again, does not respond.}

{Gabriel hands Asbeel a mechanical pencil and the notebook he found.}

{Asbeel looks upon the unfinished sketch upon the page; Gabriel being cradled by Minos Prime. They flip the page, looking to Gabriel, before writing a response to Gabriel's earlier question. A new experience, seeing as Asbeel's handwriting is... less than holy.} {Asbeel flips the notebook so that Gabriel may read it.}

{'A WALK'}

Gabriel: Well, you... know what they say. A walk does wonders for those under rage. If I may ask another question... what are your thoughts on me? Seeing as...

{Asbeel flips the page and writes down another response.}

Gabriel: ...you're the one who broke my back back in... what was it? Some amount of time ago. Eh- mm.

{Asbeel flips the notebook over again.}

{'SMALL ARCHANGEL WITH A BAD ATTITUDE. WEAK. MILDLY ANNOYING'}

Gabriel: ...weak? Me?

{Asbeel does not respond.}

Gabriel: You... dare insult Archangel Gabriel?

{Asbeel's armor creaks, and they flip another page of the notebook.}

Gabriel: ...hmph.

{Seconds later, Asbeel has another response.}

{'HOW'S YOUR BACK, GAYBE?'}

{Gabriel can feel an +ENRAGEing coming on... despite staring deep into the core of a walking nuclear power plant.}

Gabriel: I don't recall you being this... offensive? Where's that uncaring death swing from before?

{Asbeel gets tired of Gabriel's questions, pushing the notebook against his chest and walking past him.}

Gabriel: ...ahm.

{...Gabriel doesn't know how to respond to that. Knowing Asbeel's capabilities, he wouldn't want to attempt to backstab them, but the insult cut deeper than any bullet wound.}

{He rescinds his attitude, continuing to draw on the spare pages.}

[angeihazard]

{ Time flies when you're having fun. }

{ That must be why this morning feels so grating. Agonizing. }

{ Coal Asbeel is, once more, awake at three AM in the morning. They had not seen Chrome Asbeel for the longest time - three months. They have been led to believe that they have been abandoned outright, left to fend for themself in the mid-range home they once shared with another form of themself. }

{ And boy howdy... they are not taking it well. }

{ The glowing red of their trim has gone out entirely, their mind alive with self-destruction and thoughts fit for the mentally deranged. Almost as if their own mind hates them. Which, considering their track record, would make sense; They destroyed Ishmael's castle, they were found to have lied about breaking Gabriel's back, they were killed by a simple machine... }

{ ...the alternative universe form of themself left. It's... horrifying. Horrible. How such a powerful entity could be reduced to rubble simply by having no lifelines... it's pathetic. }

{ ... }

{ As Asbeel's gaze falls upon the crowbar held iron-tight in their hands, the front door clicks. Perhaps Asbeel's mind had gone too far to assume that they'd been abandoned. }

{ ...high heels click along the ground, and the four-armed Asbeel emerged from the hallway. They bore witness to the plight of the coal one, crowbar poised as if they were seconds from gutting themself. }

"...I took too long, didn't I? Made you worry."

{ ... }

{ A nod. Slow, unsure. }

{ The chrome one approached slowly. }

"Asbeel... I'm sorry. I didn't intend to worry you. I just had business to attend to, my friend. I-..."

{ The coal one's arms are shaking like no tomorrow. }

"...how do I make it up to you?"

{ The crowbar falls to the ground, and Coal Asbeel practically launches off of the ground to tacklehug Chrome Asbeel, bearhugging the pristine four-armed version of themself with their own form quaking violently. As if to say never leave me again. }

{ ... }

{ The chrome Asbeel returns the hug. }

[angeihazard]

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{ IT RETURNS. }

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{ Best Kept Secret v3; lets go. }

{ You know the drill; neat beginning bit, loops three times, fades out before the third loop gets going. Now comes with an ending section. :). }

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[angeihazard]

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{ 25 of these. }

{ Building up the repertoire. }

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[angeihazard]

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{ Might try 'sleeping' soon. It sounds relaxing. }

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[angeihazard]

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{ May renew Best Kept Secret. It doesn't feel ULTRAKILL enough for them. }

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[angeihazard]

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{ wh. y are th ere so many gabriels }

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