сын мёртвой бляди

обменял мою жизнь на пачку патронов

мясо

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Its been 40 minutes without asura, i got out of my chair and painstakingly moved to the living room… what i saw was truly disgusting. Everyone in my house had the most common accessories that they could get. Meanwhile i had the best accessories ever. The lowly peasants asked me why i have been in my room for 5 days straight. But they dont understand, they could never understand what ive gone through. Asura is my life now and they cannot change this, and they know it. The peasant called “dad” starts walking towards me, belt in hand. Hes probably charging for a guard break attack. Too bad i've been training my pb tactics. I perfect blocked the belt and run to the nearest door. Now i sit here in a new island. Apparently its called “Outside”, this one has to be the hardest one yet. I dont know if i can survive this wasteland but i will try. If anyone has been to this island and sees this message, please send me a spreadsheet of all of the items here. Thank you and goodbye…

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