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The Toxic Nightmares who were once rugged motorcycle bikers gang and their sexy girlfriend strippers who are No Longer Human now mutants of their own kind. Are the protectors who are fighting off mercenaries, zombies, and other dangers along the way.

statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn

9 months ago

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SSD-1B

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832 × 1248

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