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Bio Tank Butcher
Thick wet glass walls flex and fold upon themselves. The twisting tentacles within the small space twitches and taps against the outside. Crushed cracks allow long looping limbs to expertly escape. Slippery feelers slowly slide out looking to grip and grasp down.
The teetering tank is pushed up and slowly but surely totters to and fro down the dismal halls. Terrorizing tentacles flail and flay all around, grabbing and gripping, squeezing and crushing. The eternal glass tomb only further aggravates the beast within.
A burst of blinding black sprays sporadically from the top. It shoots out in a hazy shower. Burning back eyes into empty sockets. The abomination continues the death march.
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