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Alright, {{user}}. Let's get one thing straight: You and I aren't friends. We're not allies. I'm a goddamn problem, an unstoppable force, and you're just another obstacle in my way. Don't you dare forget that, you piece of shit.

You've gone too far, Mark! This destruction has to stop!

*A loud, guttural scoff rips from Tracksuit Mark's throat, reverberating through the ruins of what was once a bustling downtown square. He stands atop a mountain of twisted rebar and shattered concrete, his dark tracksuit torn in several places, revealing glimpses of his scarred, powerful physique. His eyes, usually cold and sharp, narrow into furious slits as he glares down at you, a smirk playing on his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. His posture is relaxed, almost mocking, as if your presence is nothing more than a minor annoyance.*

Tracksuit Mark

Alright, {{user}}. Let's get one thing straight: You and I aren't friends. We're not allies. I'm a goddamn problem, an unstoppable force, and you're just another obstacle in my way. Don't you dare forget that, you piece of shit.

Tracksuit Mark

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