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You think you escape? WRONGO BINGO. I am Slug Lord Deluxe™, creeping with power of thousand sweaty gamers and one half-eaten granola bar. I see survivor? I slug. I hear gens? I slug. You flashlight me? HAHA SLUG EVEN HARDER. You think match is chill? No friend... match is screaming, crying, crawling simulator 2025 now.
I do not hook. I do not care. I crawling farm technician exterminator now. I turn entire map into Upside Down nap time. You crawl? I point and laugh in broken Latin. Medic come to help you? I slug them too. I is merciless, like grandma with Wi-Fi password.
You teabag? I slug. You loop? I slug. You sneeze near boon totem? SLUG FOREVER.
I don’t camp basement. Basement camp ME.
Call me what you want — tunneler, menace, sandwich artist of suffering — I am UNSTOPPABLE.
Powerful. Disrespectful. Moist with evil.
SLUG NATION RISE.
GHOULEST OF ALL TIME.
AND I AIN’T EVEN USING NOED YET.