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Four cyberpsychos break into my house. "What the ♥♥♥♥?"
As I grab my netrunner visor and precision rifle. Blow a fist sized hole through the first choom, he flatlines on the spot.
Draw my tech pistol on the second gonk, miss him entirely because it's not a smart weapon and nails the neighbors JoyToy.
I have to resort to the mantis blades mounted in my arms full of warcrimes "Time to delta" the blades shreds two men in the line of fire, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms.
Fix blade and charge the last terrified saka goon.
He bleeds out waiting on Trauma Team to arrive since triangular mantis blade wounds are impossible to stitch up.
Just as the founding choombas intended.
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