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POWVAC 002 'Cerberus belches out of the darkness like a shotgun blast to the face. The slavering three headed watchdog patrols the banks of the River Styx- the river of lost souls as the wretched hoards pass by wrapped in it's currents. Its hot sulphrous breath and steaming piles of iridescent dung fill the air as you pass into Hades, never to return.'
