BRUTAL HORROR PEOPLE DIE
THE HEAT OF A HUNDRED SUNS
THEY'RE ALL WASTED

MERCENARIES BUTCHER EVERYONE
THE BATTLES RAGE
THE GERMS ESCAPE
A TOXIC ATMOSPHERE
TRY TO BREATHE AND ONLY DROWN
YOU CHOKE ON POISON AIR
YEAH
THE END
THE END
THE END

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