[Together they bring their hands up to their ears, but shielding them does nothing. The scream is loud and piercing and heard by all.
They cringe, their faces twisting in pain, and they begin to shake. They can't take it. That sound. THAT SOUND. The Gentlemen cannot handle THAT SOUND.
Their heads explode, sending bits of flesh, tissue and blood across the room inside the clock tower. It coats the walls and the unfortunate souls standing near them. Their bodies sink to the floor, lifeless and defeated.
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They cringe, their faces twisting in pain, and they begin to shake. They can't take it. That sound. THAT SOUND. The Gentlemen cannot handle THAT SOUND.
Their heads explode, sending bits of flesh, tissue and blood across the room inside the clock tower. It coats the walls and the unfortunate souls standing near them. Their bodies sink to the floor, lifeless and defeated.
There will be no more deaths. No more Gentlemen.]