The skies burned with the passion I lost long ago.
The Horrors persist, but so do I.





I won't add VAC or trade/game banned accounts. Go away.





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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥? 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭? 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐲𝐞𝐬?
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 ĭ̸̢̡̝̫̞̥̂̄͌̐n̴̯̹̙̪͇̓̉̈̋͊̊̍̍̐c̵͚̄̀͗̆̃̎͒̊͌ȍ̶̭̹̬̮͎̤͈̤̤̂̏͋͗͗́̾͗n̵͇̜̔ͅc̵̛̯̼̖̥̤̩͆́͆̄̇̈́͘͘ͅe̸̡̨̙͇̝̪͈͔͆̿̽i̶̼͚͖̙͓̹̳͙̻̿̐̍͋̀̍̏v̶̛̬͍́͆̋͐a̸̝̖̪͙͂̓́̔͊b̶̧̧͎̦̤̺̰̩̌̈ͅl̴̢̗̰͍̯̹̱̻̫̹̕̚̕e̷̲͉̳̙͔̿͠.̸̙̦̲̜̪̦͍̈́̅ͅ

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜.

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