This sound is from Sisyphus Prime ''This will hurt!'' Soundboard

The sound of Sisyphus Prime declaring "This will hurt!" echoed through the empty room, a promise of pain yet to come. The words themselves seemed to reverberate off the walls, their harshness cutting through the silence like a knife. It was a warning, a prelude to the inevitable suffering that would soon follow. The sound of those words lingered in the air, leaving a sense of dread in their wake.

As the seconds ticked by, a low rumbling sound filled the room, like a distant thunderstorm on the horizon. It grew steadily louder, building in intensity until it reached a deafening crescendo. The sound of Sisyphus Prime approaching, his heavy footsteps echoing off the walls with each deliberate stride. The weight of his presence seemed to press down on the room, filling it with a sense of impending doom.

The sharp metallic clang of metal meeting metal cut through the air, a jarring noise that sent shivers down the spine. It was the sound of Sisyphus Prime's weapon being readied, a deadly instrument of destruction that promised only pain and suffering. The cold, unyielding sound seemed to speak of the relentless nature of the being who wielded it, a force to be reckoned with and feared.

A sudden crackling sound filled the room, like the snapping of electricity in the air. It was the sound of Sisyphus Prime's power surging through him, filling him with a fierce, unquenchable energy. The crackling grew louder and more intense, a constant hum that seemed to vibrate in the very air around him. It was a sound that spoke of power, of raw, unbridled force that could not be denied.

The hiss of steam filled the room, a soft, ominous sound that seemed to seep into every corner. It was the sound of Sisyphus Prime's rage, simmering just beneath the surface, ready to explode at a moment's notice. The hiss of steam spoke of a pressure building, a boiling fury that threatened to erupt with devastating force. It was a sound that sent a chill down the spine, a warning of the storm that was yet to come.

A low, guttural growl reverberated through the room, a sound that seemed to come from the very depths of Sisyphus Prime's being. It was a sound of primal anger, a feral intensity that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. The growl seemed to echo off the walls, filling the room with a sense of foreboding. It was the sound of a beast unleashed, a force of nature that could not be contained.

The sharp, piercing screech of metal against metal rang out, a sound that seemed to make the very air tremble. It was the sound of Sisyphus Prime in motion, his movements swift and deadly. The screech of metal spoke of a battle raging, a clash of titans that shook the very foundations of the room. It was a sound that set the heart racing, a reminder of the danger that lurked around every corner.

A sudden whoosh of air filled the room, a rush of sound that seemed to overwhelm everything else. It was the sound of Sisyphus Prime's speed, his movements swift and elusive. The whoosh of air spoke of a blur of motion, a figure darting through the shadows with deadly precision. It was a sound that spoke of danger, of a threat that could strike from any direction at any moment.

The final, deafening crash of sound echoed through the room, a cacophony of noise that seemed to shake the very walls. It was the sound of Sisyphus Prime's power unleashed, a force of destruction that could not be stopped. The crash filled the room with its raw, unfiltered intensity, a reminder of the sheer force that lay at his command. It was a sound that spoke of inevitability, of a fate that could not be avoided.

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