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Shadow Of The Colossus

We're not what you think we are We make product and place it in stores But we're just selling our songs See you in hell! We'll pick you up by your

We're not what you think we are We make product and place it in stores But we're just selling our songs See you in hell! We'll pick you up by your ankles

The radioactive spectrum was released in a solitary massively destructive blastwave. billions fall victim to the power of one soul being. The black hand

of the world, they remain, Despite a warning. A hole is ripped in the fabric of time as the conjuring begins. Atrocious and depraved destruction is at hand, as shadows

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. Tremors rock the keep releasing Ico from his tomb. No more a prisoner of doom. He combs every corridor for life. Hunted by his shadows, the ethereal

revealed. a moment later several shadow like creatures with humanoid forms appear and prepare to attack. he dismisses them with a wave of his ancient sword. after vanquishing the shadow