Testing Every KILL EMOTE In The Strongest Battlegrounds

I Unlocked Every KILL EMOTE In The Strongest Battlegrounds

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[NotSkilled]

All the emotes timestamps

Boxed Up: 0:53
Energy Barrage: 2:01
Wipe: 3:17
Heart Strike: 5:11
Eternal Seal: 6:43
Telekenisis: 8:41
Weak: 10:00
Dragon Combo: 11:06
Ruthless: 12:22
Fly High: 14:00
Beneath Me: 16:02
Ban Hammer: 17:09
Sure Hit: 18:35
Insect: 20:10

This took me some time to type, would be nice if I got a few likes :)

[BoomiesBoomyBoom]

"fly high" kill emote is actually the 2nd wraith finisher from Apex legends (I can confidently say this as a 30k wraith main myself)

[blackbeered]

As days turned into weeks, the bookstore began to take on a new life of its own. Though Mr. Thomas had always seen it as a haven—a place where stories lived and breathed, waiting for the right soul to come along—there was something different in the air now. Perhaps it was the influx of visitors, each more eager than the last to find the book that would change their lives. Or maybe it was the increasing sense that something was stirring within the walls of the store, as though the stories themselves were waking up, ready to unfold in new and unexpected ways.

Each morning, as the sun began to cast its first rays over the city, Mr. Thomas would unlock the door to the bookstore, the familiar chime of the bell signaling the start of another day. He would take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of old leather, paper, and ink—the smell of history, of dreams. He’d walk slowly through the aisles, his fingers grazing the spines of the books, murmuring a silent greeting to them. He had long ago come to believe that each book held a life of its own, a pulse that beat in rhythm with the reader who would eventually come to open it.

That morning, there was a distinct feeling of anticipation in the air, as though the bookstore itself was waiting for something, something important. Mr. Thomas couldn’t quite place it, but he felt it deep in his bones. He had spent enough time in the store to know when things were about to shift, when the next chapter of the store’s story was ready to begin.

He was just about to settle into his usual spot behind the counter when the door opened again. This time, it wasn’t the usual kind of customer who walked through the threshold. It was a child—a young girl, no older than ten or eleven. Her hair was dark and tangled, and her eyes were wide with a mixture of wonder and uncertainty. She looked out of place in the bookstore, her small frame dwarfed by the towering shelves, but there was something in the way she held herself that suggested she had come with a purpose.

“Can I help you?” Mr. Thomas asked, his voice gentle, as he adjusted his glasses.

The girl looked up at him, her gaze intense yet innocent. “I think I’m supposed to be here, ” she said, her voice quiet but clear.

Mr. Thomas studied her for a moment, intrigued by the certainty in her words. “Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place, ” he said with a soft chuckle. “What can I help you find?”

The girl’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the books, the shelves, the dim light that filled the space. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she walked toward a section in the back corner of the store—a section that Mr. Thomas had almost forgotten about. It was filled with the oldest, most fragile books in the store, some so ancient that the pages were crumbling with age. For years, Mr. Thomas had kept this corner as a sort of sanctuary for the rarest volumes, the ones that seemed too precious to be handled by just anyone. But the girl didn’t hesitate. She moved toward it as if drawn by an invisible thread.

“Are you sure you want to look over there?” Mr. Thomas asked, his voice gentle but tinged with curiosity. “Those books are very old. You have to be careful with them.”

The girl turned to face him, her eyes wide with something like recognition. “I need one of those books, ” she said, her voice soft but firm. “I’m supposed to find it.”

Mr. Thomas raised an eyebrow. He had seen his fair share of people come and go, each with their own reasons for seeking out the bookstore, but something about this girl was different. He couldn’t quite explain it, but he felt an odd sense of familiarity in her, as though he had known her for much longer than the few seconds they had been in each other’s presence.

He stood up slowly, making his way over to her. “Which book are you looking for?” he asked, his voice low, as if trying not to disturb the sacred space they were standing in.

The girl didn’t respond immediately. She stood there, her small hands hovering over the books, her fingers brushing lightly against the spines. It was as though she were trying to feel the energy of each one, trying to sense which one called to her. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she reached out and pulled a dusty old book from the shelf. Its cover was a deep, rich purple, the gold lettering faded and worn. The book seemed almost out of place in her hands, too fragile for someone so young.

“This one, ” she said simply.

Mr. Thomas looked at the book, a wave of recognition washing over him. He had seen it before, many years ago, when he had first inherited the bookstore from his father. It had been a book that had been passed down through generations, a book whose secrets were locked away in its pages, waiting for the right reader to unlock them. He had always kept it on the highest shelf, out of reach of the casual browsers who might wander in. But this girl, this strange, quiet child, had found it without hesitation.

“You’ve chosen a very special book, ” Mr. Thomas said softly, his voice almost reverent. “It’s not like the others.”

The girl nodded, her eyes shining with something that could only be described as knowing. “I know, ” she said, holding the book tightly in her hands. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

Mr. Thomas studied her for a moment, unsure of what to make of her words. There was something ancient in the air now, something that felt as if time itself were bending around them. He had always known that the bookstore held secrets—hidden stories that had yet to be told—but he had never imagined that one day, a child would come in and unlock them.

“You must be very careful with that book, ” he said, his voice low but urgent. “It’s not meant for everyone. It contains things... things that most people aren’t ready to understand.”

The girl didn’t flinch. She simply looked up at him, her expression calm and assured. “I’m ready, ” she said.

The confidence in her voice struck him like a bolt of lightning. He had heard those words before, many years ago, from someone much like her. Someone who had walked into the bookstore with a purpose, someone who had come to uncover a hidden truth. But that was a long time ago. And though Mr. Thomas had spent his life in this bookstore, he knew there were some things even he could not predict. Some doors, once opened, could never be closed.

He nodded slowly, stepping aside to allow her to approach the counter. “If you’re sure, ” he said quietly, “then I won’t stop you.”

She placed the book down on the counter, and for the first time, Mr. Thomas saw her hands tremble ever so slightly. He reached forward to ring up the sale, his fingers brushing the surface of the book. As he did, the air around them seemed to change, growing stiller, heavier. The faint hum of the lights above seemed to flicker for a moment, and the ground beneath them seemed to shift.

“This book, ” Mr. Thomas said quietly as he rang it up, “it’s not just a book. It’s a key. A key to something much larger than you or me.”

The girl didn’t respond. She simply took the book in her hands once more, clutching it tightly against her chest. She smiled at him—gently, almost knowingly—and turned to leave. The bell above the door chimed softly as she stepped outside, disappearing into the evening air, leaving Mr. Thomas standing behind the counter, a heavy silence settling over the store.

For the first time in many years, Mr. Thomas felt uncertain. He had spent his life in this bookstore, guiding lost souls, offering them the stories they needed, but this girl—this mysterious child—was different. She wasn’t looking for the usual escape that stories offered. No, she was looking for something much deeper. Something that could change everything.

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[SLATFANXOXO]

10:03 bro became Goku when he fought Frieza and said 'I'M GONNA SLAP. SOME SENSE INTO YOU!'💀edit 1: OMG KTG THANK YOU! I'VE BEEN A BIG FAN AND I'M SO HAPPY THIS HAPPENED THANK YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY!!!🤩🥰

[IanCaballero-ur]

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[samsamwatts]

That last kill emotes is fire, bro. All I did was just throw away a x-ray.

[mugi_kk]

14:36 no way!! He’s using the only move set left on the wheel! 😎

[aguyfrfr]

"my name is retep and i am evil" ahh moment 7:42

[Ramenboy]

you realize he is an actually good youtuber when he realizes the MIB refrence

[proveletgt]

12:42 hey yo what you want bro
A second later:here we go ruthless

[DoggieDog-gb]

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[KinatoEditz]

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[KeonWalker-vfjj]

2:04 bro got the future gohan treatment😭😭😭

[Erkey]

4:48 you could have used it on the bacon

[anupanupsarkar]

The fly high was so op it just send to heaven😂😂😂

[Gem_PlaysG]

Lol Great Vid
Edit: i Got a Temu Add 😭😭😭

[Coolkid-zm]

Uppercut: Bro i sent fhat guy to heaven!
Fly high: Nah, id win

[israelSamuel-urvq]

One in a life moment no one liked my comment, thanks 🙏😭

[Robloxthomas]

First video watching on your channel and I like it, how I didn’t see your vids before?

[DEFINER-oy]

thanks to this man who sacrificed his life to show us all the death emotes and the disrespectful ones