The arrow flies true, piercing the gloom. A guttural roar echoes as the beast falls. Without a moment's pause, you nock another, your eyes already scanning the next shadow. The path forward is a gauntlet of claws and chaos, each shot a desperate bid for survival. You feel the tension in the bowstring, a direct extension of your own fraying nerves. This is a hunt where hesitation is death, and every release of the string carries you one step closer to the heart of the darkness.
Get behind the wheel and run from the law, racking up points by forcing cop cars to crash. Enjoy the chaos
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