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报告翻译问题
When I encountered minds like yours, I realized the world needed satirical art exposing terminal confusion.
You inspired this mod. Your iconic 'why does anything exist' energy is literally baked into every unit.
Don't worry—your digital cameo is free of charge. No permission needed when honoring a muse.
You should be flattered. After all, you made this possible. 😇
P.S. Workshop newbies asking existential questions about skin packs? Peak performance. Never change."
Like seriously, who asked you? I checked everywhere – zero people in our circle asked. I summoned every single person who supposedly wanted your opinion... total attendees: ZERO.
WHO ASKED YOU?
I stare at you, baffled. I keep wondering... who? WHO? WHO ASKED YOU?
I searched everywhere. I reflected. I dug deep. I crossed the Seven Seas. I summited Everest. I dove into the world’s largest telescope, maxed out its reach—witnessed civilizations rise and fall. I stood in barren valleys, drifted through empty space. I scoured 14 million parallel timelines...
...and still? No trace of who asked you.
Still. Absolutely. ZERO."