This Story is Going Nowhere Fast

Years of martial arts training together with a personality hovering somewhere on the thin line between neurosis and lunacy mean that your killer instinct sweep into action. In one violent (but nonetheless elegant) motion, you grab the hand, and hurl the offending party over your shoulder. As they meet the pavement with a sound not unlike that of one or two limbs breaking, you see with horror that the poor soul is actually
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