José was a man fast with his hands and feet. Very fast. A good bit faster than the average dude. In 2043, he got drafted by the corps. He experienced some really strange s**t. Voodoo priests calling curses down from the sky, and psionic adepts that could turn a brain to mush with a stare. Himself, he learned of his inner strengths and how to use it to become unbelieveably fast and strong. At this point he all-out attacks the semi-helpless chasee, who is still near. A second later, José's bullet-riddled body crashes to the ground.
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| - José was a man fast with his hands and feet. Very fast. A good bit faster than the average dude. In 2043, he got drafted by the corps. He experienced some really strange s**t. Voodoo priests calling curses down from the sky, and psionic adepts that could turn a brain to mush with a stare. Himself, he learned of his inner strengths and how to use it to become unbelieveably fast and strong. At this point he all-out attacks the semi-helpless chasee, who is still near. A second later, José's bullet-riddled body crashes to the ground.
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| - José was a man fast with his hands and feet. Very fast. A good bit faster than the average dude. In 2043, he got drafted by the corps. He experienced some really strange s**t. Voodoo priests calling curses down from the sky, and psionic adepts that could turn a brain to mush with a stare. Himself, he learned of his inner strengths and how to use it to become unbelieveably fast and strong. At a point, he and his teammates were chasing a lone enemy. It was a trap. Just as the miscreant was caught, more of the enemy, sporting powerful full-automatic weapons, emerged form the shadows. Surrender was demanded. Several guns covered our hero. At this point he all-out attacks the semi-helpless chasee, who is still near. A second later, José's bullet-riddled body crashes to the ground.
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