CRITICAL HIT;; open s'mores

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OCTANE

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OCTAVIO SILVA
High-Speed Daredevil
AFRICAN CHEETAH
TYPHOON
"Ooh, sick death, dude!"

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Quickest way to get resident crackhead to show up was by lighting a fucking fire. It was an opportunity for danger and Octane was ready to jump right in.

Ah, shit. Its one of those friendly bonfires. With friends and all that, motherfucker. Octane chirps as he approaches the flames, his brain already twisting into all sorts of malicious day dreams. How the flames would burn his fur and he would be free from the cheetah's skinsuit.

He tips his head to them, licking his lips under his mask. Hmmmm.... Eating s'mores? Last time got him super sick, but he was willing to try anything stupid twice, "Amigo, hand me one."

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime