IRON_FETISH begins as the metal first leaves your body. It’s the mindset that sets in like a sinking feeling only weight can bare. Heavy lay the Sour Gout in condensed rhythmic labyrinths to curvature an exit into a larger maze, contorting seamlessly between exercise and world.
IRON_FETISH begs to be tested relentlessly. Is this the same simulation as yesterday? How does this solid become so rock-hard? Yet, it’s the smoothness of Sour Gout’s work that continues Antifur’s scratched-off, thickly callused hide, mounting the skin of IRON_FETISH like a trophy to the wall of kill that continues to massacre.
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