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Chronicles of Infection [uncanny escapades in Insectopia, part 1]


It is the unbelievable stench that wakes the Infected One up. So this time the world has come to challenge him through his big nose, his proboscis. The Infected One likes his nose, not particularly because of its shape, which … Continue reading

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