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Emar just likes to crush people’s faces into a belching mud turf to the point the bubbles stop. He always felt he should have been born an Orc, or Ogre or something with horns. Instead he internalizes and archives arsenals of vendettas and brainstormed inspired carnage. And when no one looks, epochal blood vendettas are birthed in convulsing horrific spectacle.