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Skibidi Toilet

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Prompts on PixAI are public by default, but creators can hide them on any artwork they publish. The creator of this one chose to, so the words used to generate the image stay private — only they can see them. Hiding a prompt doesn't change anything else: the artwork is still public, and you can like, comment on and share it as usual.
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1boy, solo, young man, short black hair, messy hair, red eyes, fierce glare, clenched teeth, blood on face, blood on clothes, blood splatters, cuts, rugged combat jacket, torn jacket, dark long pants, combat boots, machine guns strapped to arms, arm-mounted machine guns, ammo belts wrapped around forearms, shoulder-mounted missile launchers, dual rocket launchers on shoulders, small leg-mounted missile pods, missile pods strapped to calves, full body, from below, low angle, wide stance, battlefield ruins, shattered concrete, spent shell casings, smoke, ember particles, cinematic lighting, dramatic shadows From a low angle looking up, a wounded young man stands braced in a wide, heavy combat stance atop fractured concrete rubble. He has short, disheveled black hair clinging with sweat and dust, and piercing crimson red eyes fixed straight ahead in an intense, teeth-gritting glare. Fresh crimson blood streams down his cheek and jaw from a ragged forehead cut, with thick dark blood splatters staining his collar and the front of his torn tactical jacket and heavy dark long trousers. Mechanized heavy machine guns are bound tightly along the length of both forearms with thick steel brackets and wrapped straps, their multi-barrel muzzles extending past his clenched fists as linked ammunition belts drape down around his forearms. Rigidly mounted above both of his shoulders are twin multi-tube rocket launchers, their exhaust vents trailing thin wisps of grey smoke. Compact rectangular missile pods are bolted firmly to the outer calves of both legs, cinched over his long pants above heavy reinforced combat boots. His right boot firmly pins a slab of cracked masonry, while scores of spent brass shell casings litter the ground around his feet. The key light strikes from a low, fiery blast out of frame, throwing warm rim highlights across the blood, damp hair, and scratched gunmetal, while cold ambient twilight fills the deep background shadows; heat shimmer visibly ripples the air immediately surrounding the hot gun barrels. Unrelenting ferocity.
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