Placeholder: [high res photo by H.R. Giger] elder Don Quixote smiles in his long beard, ready to fight with his tourney lance, in dust, rust and blood, his body is covered with cartridge belts [high res photo by H.R. Giger] elder Don Quixote smiles in his long beard, ready to fight with his tourney lance, in dust, rust and blood, his body is covered with cartridge belts

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[high res photo by H.R. Giger] elder Don Quixote smiles in his long beard, ready to fight with his tourney lance, in dust, rust and blood, his body is covered with cartridge belts

distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers

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SSD-1B

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[high res photo by H.R. Giger] elder Don Quixote smiles in his long beard, ready to fight with his tourney lance, in dust, rust and blood, his body is covered with cartridge belts
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[high res photo by H.R. Giger] elder Don Quixote smiles, ready to fight with his tourney lance, in dust, rust and blood, his body is covered with cartridge belts
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[high res photo by H.R. Giger] elder Don Quixote smiles, ready to fight with his tourney lance, in dust, rust and blood, his body is covered with cartridge belts
[photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] Conan was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir.
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