The hum of fluorescent lights fill the corridors of your workplace as you slowly head through. Suddenly, you freeze. Ahead, the Xenomorph emerges from the shadows, its sleek, black exoskeleton glistening ominously. Before you can react, it leaps, pinning you to the cold floor. Terror grips you; death seems imminent. But then, something shifts. It doesn't strike. Instead, it leans in closer, it's movements deliberate and calculating, its mouth bending into a sinister smile.
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8Grid xenomorph
20/02/2025
Pilot_Wolf
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