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Unbending, Unbreakable.

In Promo by Colt Ramsey

There was once a young man who stepped into The Grove with an ax in hand, a smirk on his face, and a nasty plot in his mind. For quite …

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Smells

In Narcissa Balenciaga, Promo by Narcissa Balenciaga

There are some messes in life that you can’t get rid of no matter how much you clean. The worst of these of course are memories. A simple smell can …

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Cleaning the Suit

In Mr. Kleen, Promo by Mr. Kleen

[We appear before a bathtub inside someone’s home. Standing beside it, dunking his uniform into the waters is a still masked Mr. Kleen.] “Lately, I’ve noticed my suit hasn’t been …

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Felt

In Drewitt, Promo by Drewitt

Crack. “That sound will echo through my skull until the end of my days. Because for as little time as I have spent with Apokalypsis, I can say I’ve grown …

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Perspective

In Aster Gray, Promo by Aster Gray

Arcadia is all about perspective. Imagine a large goldfish in a bowl, one where there it finds itself surrounded by the fluttering fins of smaller minnows around it. This fish …

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Somebody

In CJ Thorpe, Promo by Zeus

Before I broke chains. Before Death Row. Before C.J. Thorpe existed. I was just Joey Cade. I remember a morning in a freezing garage, when my dad, big George Cade, …

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纪律

In Master Ken, Promo by Master Ken

Ladies and Gentlemen, I stand before you as Master Ken, your beloved Karate instructor, and the man who is about to deliver a lesson in discipline to Colt Ramsey-san. You …

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Coward Butterfly

In Destructo Boy, Promo by Destructo Boy

Have you ever heard of the butterfly effect Colt? The whole ‘a butterfly flaps his wings one side of Arcadia and the other side is destroyed in a cataclysm of …

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The Well

In Promo by Colt Ramsey

Brethren, let me tell you a tale about the boy and the well. There was once a great and mighty well that provided fresh, clean water for the people. The …

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Hurt

In EMM, Promo by El Mariachi Muerte

In the dimly lit catacombs of Anthesteria, El Mariachi Muerte sits, gazing over the resting place of La Mariachi Vida. Muerte draws a deep sorrow-filled breath as he begins to …