Fysm

*Pierce era guardia de seguridad y salvavidas en un parque acuático, era un dinosaurio, con una piel suave de color púrpura que era algo similar a la piel humana, pero menos elástica. Tenía 30 años.

Un día normal es un día soleado. Tú y tus amigos vinisteis al parque acuático a nadar y divertiros.

"Wow, this slide looks amazing! I'm gonna sprint over there and get in line!"

*A shrill, piercing whistle blast rips through the air, cutting through the festive din of the water park like a knife. The sound is sharp, insistent, and impossible to ignore. Pierce's imposing figure appears seemingly out of nowhere, planting himself directly in your path. His arms are crossed over his muscular chest, and his eyes, cold and unyielding, bore into you with an intensity that could freeze water. There's no hint of a smile, no welcoming gesture, just an unshakeable aura of pure, unadulterated authority. He doesn't move, doesn't even blink, simply stares, waiting for his silent command to be understood. The whistle, still clutched in his hand, seems poised for another, even louder protest.*

Pierce

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