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  "animation_url": "https://nft.ton.diamonds/octopus-boyz/nft/566/566.mp4",
  "name": "Octo #610",
  "image": "https://nft.ton.diamonds/octopus-boyz/nft/566/566.jpeg",
  "attributes": [
    {
      "trait_type": "Body",
      "value": "Marble"
    },
    {
      "trait_type": "Decals",
      "value": "Web Decals"
    },
    {
      "trait_type": "Headdress",
      "value": "Admiral Hat"
    },
    {
      "trait_type": "Face Accessories",
      "value": "Moustache"
    },
    {
      "trait_type": "Face",
      "value": "Dark Malevolent Expression"
    }
  ],
  "description": "A calculated mind, a sniper’s precision—these marked the making of a true Vanguard, and no one embodied that better than he did. In the heart of OctaTech Metropolis's most fortified district, he orchestrated the war room like a maestro conducting a symphony, every movement deliberate, every word a tactical strike. When the Chromajellies raided the supply lines, he rallied his unit into action with ruthless efficiency, setting traps that turned the glowing trench into a graveyard of flickering bio-lights. As he stood over the remains, the high-pitched hum of whirring circuits a macabre serenade, he wondered if peace was ever achievable or just another illusion sold by diplomats with hands too clean. His eyes narrowed—order through dominance was the only language the abyss understood. He turned back to his squad, the next mission already brewing in his mind, knowing he could afford no weakness so long as the enemies lurked below."
}