Rock the Roks!

A bird crashed through the ceiling. It seemed to be the same kind of mutant you were, but a whole lot bigger. It was about the size of the house. "Yay! Another Rok!" You look around, searching for some sort of boulder. "Jimmy," Says John, "I already made it clear that we have no intention of joining this strange group of yours! And I bet our guest agres too." The big bird, not listening, grabbed you in its beak. You can only imagine what it will do to you...

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The Keeper

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