100 Men VS Gorilla

There has been a [b]crazy amount[/b] of gaming news these past few weeks. The Nintendo Switch 2 finally dropped; leaving [i]half the world saying that [b]Mario Kart World was worth every penny[/b] with the other half screaming that[/i] [b]Nintendo scammed them once again and that [i]they won't keep getting away with this!!! [/i] [/b] [spoiler] (and then there's me playing Mario Kart Wii without a single care in the world). [/spoiler] [b]Deltarune[/b] finally released after like half a decade of build up, and [i]I have no jokes here.[/i] I'm probably going to get it really soon, and [i]it's going to be awesome.[/i] And then there are games that just came out of nowhere and are [b]blowing people's minds[/b], like [b]R.E.P.O. , Clair Obscur, and [i]Creepy Claus. [/i] [/b] And while that's all well and good, [i]no one seems to be talking about what REALLY matters.[/i] [b]Enter 100 Men VS Gorilla.[/b] Yeah, [i]I review whatever I want[/i]. you have a problem with that? Now, [b]100 Men VS Gorilla[/b] is [i]exactly[/i] what it sounds like: [b]you put a hundred dudes in one tiny arena with beeg monke, and watch them tear each other apart. [i]E n t e r t a i n m e n t ! [/i] [/b] The …

the gorilla was slain and it only took the lives of 68 men. i mange to find the data log of the 69th man and put it back together for the archives data-log of the 69th: The Ape-Slaughterer I. The Hollow Earth Awakens In the starless age of Iron Year 9891, beneath the thrones of rusted moons and ash-choked spires of the Megastrata, war was the only language that The Order still spoke. Humanity had long shed its skin of flesh and innocence, replaced by iron marrow and void-fed resolve. The conflict was eternal, for their enemies were not born—they were awakened. Of these, none were more feared than the Descendants of the Hollow Howl: the gorillas. Not beasts, but relics of pre-human sovereignty; gene-shattered lords twisted by time, by war, by entropy. I was but a Thronebreaker Acolyte then—the 69th in the Centiphalan Line—nothing more than another data-fed grunt in service to The Order. My number mattered little. Names were forgotten. Numbers died better. II. The Arena of Blooded Iron The staging ground was the Hollow Basilica, a collapsed orbital cathedral pierced through the crust of Sector Trisanguine, leaking atmosphere and sacred oils into the void. There, a singular Ape …

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