Placeholder: SCP-705 Militaristic Play-Doh, from SCP lore, military units and infantry, all made of red-like Play-Doh clay, infant and playful vibes, crazy lore, trending artstation HQ, masterpiece, 35mm, golden hour, cinematic lighting, art by Carl Spitzweg and Rob Zombie SCP-705 Militaristic Play-Doh, from SCP lore, military units and infantry, all made of red-like Play-Doh clay, infant and playful vibes, crazy lore, trending artstation HQ, masterpiece, 35mm, golden hour, cinematic lighting, art by Carl Spitzweg and Rob Zombie

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SCP-705 Militaristic Play-Doh, from SCP lore, military units and infantry, all made of red-like Play-Doh clay, infant and playful vibes, crazy lore, trending artstation HQ, masterpiece, 35mm, golden hour, cinematic lighting, art by Carl Spitzweg and Rob Zombie

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

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SSD-1B

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