The moment the tripwire snaps, the room springs to life in a horrifying, calculated assault. The swift “whoosh” of 144 sharpened pencils, honed to needle-like tips, shoot upward at a deadly 45-degree angle, cutting through the air with terrifying precision. They strike, relentless and unforgiving, as if guided by something sinister, aiming for every vulnerable spot. The first wave pierces your opponent’s eyes, searing pain detonating as their vision splinters into darkness. The sharp stabs follow, one after another, sinking into the tender flesh of their nose, puncturing the soft tissues of their throat.
Your opponent’s arms flinch reflexively to shield themselves, but the pencils meet them too, embedding into their forearms, turning them into pin-cushions of raw agony. Their chest heaves, desperate for air as each breath pulls against the punctures now riddling their torso. Stinging, biting pain claws down their stomach, pins tearing flesh from abdomen to legs.
They barely register the pencils skewering through their thighs, calves, and feet, pain and shock merging into a blur. But a sharp, blinding agony jolts through their body as one pencil finds that most private place, targeting the urethra with unrelenting malice. Nerve endings scream, every inch of them aflame, as the assault completes the brutal, mechanical precision of your genius.
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