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Command your stickman warrior through explosive combat using arrow keys for agile movement—dash left, right, crouch, or leap over obstacles. Unleash fury with Z for rapid jabs, X for bone-crushing power strikes, and C to activate earth-shaking special abilities. Master defensive timing with A to sidestep incoming attacks or S to parry and counter. Combine spacebar for acrobatic jumps to vault over enemies or slam down from above, chaining aerial combos into ground assaults. Survival demands precision: weave attacks, dodges, and jumps into seamless strings while managing stamina. Dominate chaotic arenas by exploiting enemy openings—overwhelm bosses with hit-and-run tactics or all-out aggression. Every input matters in this kinetic brawler; refine your rhythm, adapt to enemy patterns, and become an unstoppable force.
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The streets erupt in chaos as shadowy stickman figures swarm from the prison gates—armed, ruthless, hungry for freedom. You’re the last line between order and anarchy, a lone stickman cop forged in the grit of urban warfare. No sirens, no backup. Just fists crackling with raw voltage, reflexes honed by endless nights battling stickman mafia kingpins in smoke-choked alleys. They think chains can hold you? Your badge gleams under flickering streetlights as you leap—a blur of calculated violence. Shatter jaws with taser-enhanced uppercuts. Dropkick escapees into crumpled heaps against riot vans. These aren’t just thugs—they’re architects of stickman city’s underworld, and their escape ends here. Prison walls crumble; your resolve doesn’t. Unleash riot-grade shockwaves from your fists, pinning mobsters to concrete with crackling energy nets. A gangster lunges with a shiv—you snap his wrist, hurl him into a fleeing crowd. They want war? You are the storm. Every takedown fuels your surge meter—ignite it. Become lightning incarnate, zapping between targets, leaving smoldering silhouettes where syndicate lieutenants stood. The warden’s voice crackles through your earpiece: *“Containment at 12%. They’re breaching the perimeter!”* Not on your watch. Charge toward the prison’s fractured gates, kinetic boots screeching against asphalt. Tonight, the mafia learns—no one outruns a stickman cop with a vendetta and a supercharged nightstick.
