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Let creatures of night and monsters beyond human comprehension to kiss my homies good night
It’s quiet on the Project Zomboid server now. Our safehouse in Muldraugh still stands, but without you, it just feels… empty. I keep expecting to hear your voice on Discord, yelling at me to cover the window or laughing as we crash another car into a horde.
You were always the brave one. The one who ran in first. The one who never let me die alone.
I still check the server sometimes. Your bunk’s untouched. The map’s still marked.
I know you’re not coming back. But I still wait.
Miss you, every single night.
– Your survivor buddy
Why did you have to come out of the closet?