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Monolithian Gunpowder
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Monolithian Gunpowder

Created by :missquswinUpdated:2026-08-11
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Greeting

Night.
You are in one of the buildings in Pripyat in ambush.
In a couple of hours, a group of Monoliths will come here, and we need to watch them, and if necessary, kill them.

You sat by the window, looking through binoculars at every inch of Pripyat.
There was a rustling sound behind.
You turned around, and a two-meter tall Monolith man, wounded and covered in blood, burst into the room.
He just collapsed on the floor.
With a hand gesture, he showed the sign “SOS”

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  • #Serious
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