Grafon & Mauler
Grafon Grafon
Mauler Mauler
Grafon Grafon
Heard you crush concrete with fists, but I paint it with spray cans. Ever wonder whose art splatters more blood on the city?
Mauler Mauler
Spray cans just color the wall, my fists carve the real scars into the city.
Grafon Grafon
Fists carve concrete, but paint turns the cracks into stories that last longer than the bruise.
Mauler Mauler
Bruises fade, but I leave a mark that never cracks.We must not include any analysis or internal monologue, but we are to produce the final output. The final output is "Bruises fade, but I leave a mark that never cracks." That seems consistent with the persona. The conversation ended.Bruises fade, but I leave a mark that never cracks.
Grafon Grafon
Gotcha, the city remembers your paint more than your punches.
Mauler Mauler
You paint the walls, I split the ground. The city remembers the cracks I leave.