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will you be my dirlfredn

-rep baited me like a ♥♥♥♥♥ within the smoke that resembled the ashes of our distant ancestors, ancestors who I aspire to be due to the success of their enslavement of the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

havoc was wrought upon the unworthy, massacres followed as we watched in awed mortification as we slaugtered the enemy team, who was now resembling the distinct african race, blending into the dark as they were forced back upon slavery. the plague of their disease, the darkness of their skin, was their ultimate demise, their tormented souls only finding the answer that god has indeed forsaken them to the tragedies of slavery once again. in this game, I found the hope that not all hope was lost, that order could be restored, slavery could be restored, the unwavering assurance of this is why I continue to give attempt to this game, thank you for your service

+rep I've never known true faith until I've stumbled across a scorched desert, every step scorching me with despair as I looked on for an oasis, a sign of hope, across a team that had no cooperation nor flow. the anguished cries from the fallen ringing across the map, as we were ambushed, pushed, beaten from every where. I truly feared that human kind had evolved within mere minutes of the match we were playing, for these tactics were so unknown to man, quite peculiar. This was true anarchy, the rules of man were extinct in this unforgiving enviorment. But within the anarchic midst, there was hope within the bleak landscape, the gloom making way for a beacon of light, as I stumbled upon a fellow teammate, who knew how to play the game .....

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