i wish i could gain weight like that

overweight loser

gave me a illness called Swag fever

ill drink to that

It is not a coincidence that the cure for a hangover (an alcohol related affliction) is alcohol. Alcohol is a substance that heals its own illnesses. It is the greatest remedy and I will vehemently preach its great name until I perish. You should drink, become an alcohol, and preach the good word of booze. After all, it is what I have been put on this earth to do.

Kriek, a name whispered in the Tarkov shadows, Where bullets sing and hope dwindles, a city that never slows. You move with purpose, eyes sharp, a survivor in this strife, A legend etched in gunfire, a testament to life. 🔫🌃
But wait, Kriek, your backpack’s a mess— Snacks, ammo, and a half-eaten granola bar, I guess. You’re not just a scavenger; you’re a snack enthusiast too, Trading bullets for beef jerky, surviving on Mountain Dew.
And when the gunfire erupts, you don’t flinch or cower, You whip out your trusty pistol, the one you found in a flower. “Flower Power,” you call it, with a grin and a wink, Because nothing says “peaceful protest” like a 9mm brink.
So here’s to you, Kriek, the quirkiest survivor around, In a world of chaos and loot, where every corner’s a battleground. May your stash be full of duct tape and broken gas masks, And may your next raid yield a rare item—a pineapple flask! 🍍