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This is a threat.
peak writing
Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my leg... And my arm... even my fingers... The body I've lost... the comrades I've lost... won't stop hurting... It's like they're all still there. You feel it, too, don't you?
Happy pride month fnast community
this was much funnier in my head.
;) 2024?
The Green Album.
Semper oblitus es - 3
This time, it is no yolk.
Unused render, removing this screen caused the bug that reset night progress because I forgot to remove some lines of code from the warning frame.
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