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With the smell of blood now thick in the air, the rest of the “protestors” emerged from the building, by the hundreds. They howled and shambled and moved as though they had some terribly important purpose. There were little ones and large ones and those with chainsaws and cleavers instead of limbs and in the last moments of his life, the police sergeant mused that it was a bit like staring at a macabre circus troupe.
On the last day of August, London turned into a Killing Floor.
EdgeGamers, prepare yourselves for the fight of your life, as FPS:X takes on a Killing floor server.
Server IP: 208.43.76.154
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