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Bloody puppet, do your dance…
Not content with burning his ancestral lands to the ground, the Mad Duke Argos deploys mechanized kill squads to slaughter his remaining populace. Retrofitting his combat hardsuits with massive hammers and manning them with heavily drugged members of his crumbling Royal Guard, Argos sends forth his newly dubbed “Blood Puppets” to wage a brutal campaign of extermination against his once loyal subjects.
The final report of the whereabouts of Argos himself came from a fleeing member of his royal court, who said that as the genocide unfolded around him, The Mad Duke sat naked upon his throne, listlessly shaking a marionette fashioned in his own image, endlessly imploring of it, “…bloody puppet, do your dance…bloody puppet, do your dance…”
Still more housecleaning. Hardsuit fits a mini-fig, and legs articulate with mini-figs legs.
Bloody puppet, do your dance…
Not content with burning his ancestral lands to the ground, the Mad Duke Argos deploys mechanized kill squads to slaughter his remaining populace. Retrofitting his combat hardsuits with massive hammers and manning them with heavily drugged members of his crumbling Royal Guard, Argos sends forth his newly dubbed “Blood Puppets” to wage a brutal campaign of extermination against his once loyal subjects.
The final report of the whereabouts of Argos himself came from a fleeing member of his royal court, who said that as the genocide unfolded around him, The Mad Duke sat naked upon his throne, listlessly shaking a marionette fashioned in his own image, endlessly imploring of it, “…bloody puppet, do your dance…bloody puppet, do your dance…”
Still more housecleaning. Hardsuit fits a mini-fig, and legs articulate with mini-figs legs.