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(Created page with "There is a strange pleasure in being inhuman. The feeling of taking the life of some enemy in a game. The bestiality of shooting him once or twice with a shotgun, up close. Seeing the barrel of your gun pointing to the front. The rush that you get when, after you're found, you have to run for your freedom, for your life. The rest of his crew run after you, and you have to hold them back, changing guns to the one that is more useful to you in that moment. I know you've...") |
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And the bodies they found, they weren't some characters from a game.
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