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The scent of hot metallic objects merging into futuristic liquid energy, guitars flailing in the wind as the sound of thunderous pounding heartbeats give way to words with meaning. |
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A voice cries out of the fire as you feel a bursting rush and are connected to the Pulse8ing energy. <- Gregg Jore |
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