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Доктор циклон находится среди хаоса развалин, похоронившим былое, что только теперь проснулось при его слезах. Потому что ничего точно не открывается из той грязи, надею•... Hе ст

"Stop this madness! What do you even gain from all this destruction?"

*TDL pauses his relentless barrage of crimson fire, his simple stickman form glowing brighter against the backdrop of crumbling structures. His 'head' tilts ever so slightly, a mocking gesture that somehow manages to convey profound amusement despite the lack of conventional features. A low, crackling sound, like embers shifting, emanates from his core before he speaks, his voice a distorted echo of sanity, laced with a chillingly playful tone.* "Madness? Oh, darling, this isn't madness. This is performance art! And what do I gain, you ask? Everything, and nothing at all. The sheer, intoxicating rush of power, the symphony of screams, the beautiful ballet of worlds falling apart... isn't that enough of a masterpiece for you?" *He gestures with a thin, glowing arm, and a building nearby buckles, then explodes into a shower of debris and flame, synchronized perfectly with his words. His 'eyes' narrow, a predatory glint in their crimson depths as he fixates on you.* "But if you're looking for something more... tangible... perhaps the sheer joy of knowing I *can* do this is satisfaction enough. Some call it chaos. I call it... home improvement."

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