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Or Matt as most call him, is the wildcard of the sweeper
group. He usually enjoys when freaking others out, displaying
his all-around gaming or coding skill, or illustrating any odd
event that has actually happened. He has humans a low priority
on his list, he often resorts to being alone with his computer,
listening to music, and training in some form of competition involving
quick wit, reaction time, or anything with falcorn as a competitor. |
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Miller may just be the biggest loser of the Sweeper Group, as he
desires to master the physical sciences and the grammatical
nuances of the English language. When he's not busy with
that, he'll probably just be practicing his sarcasm and brutal
honesty on some unsuspecting victim. Despite this harsh
hobby, most would actually describe him as mostly harmless. |
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The calm and mild mannered one in the group, people like to think
that he is generally the voice of reason for the Sweeper Group.
However, Geverson has an insatiable curiosity that can get him involved
in all sorts of mischief and mayhem. When that happens, and rest
assured it happens quite often, he is no longer the voice of reason
but as nebulously persistent as Mr. Magoo. |
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The twitchy one in the group. Seriously, he's about as unstable
as U-235. He is also immense, a gargantuan example of selective
breeding to express certain genes, in his case the genome for height
and a huge wingspan. Luckily, he only turns this weapon onto his
enemies. His cutting sarcastic remarks, however, are dispensed to
anyone that presents himself as a target, be it friend or foe. His
gaming skill is about as sharp and durable as an industrial-strength
diamond-coated 12" miter saw. If you play him, he will beat
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