Steam 설치
로그인
|
언어
简体中文(중국어 간체)
繁體中文(중국어 번체)
日本語(일본어)
ไทย(태국어)
Български(불가리아어)
Čeština(체코어)
Dansk(덴마크어)
Deutsch(독일어)
English(영어)
Español - España(스페인어 - 스페인)
Español - Latinoamérica(스페인어 - 중남미)
Ελληνικά(그리스어)
Français(프랑스어)
Italiano(이탈리아어)
Bahasa Indonesia(인도네시아어)
Magyar(헝가리어)
Nederlands(네덜란드어)
Norsk(노르웨이어)
Polski(폴란드어)
Português(포르투갈어 - 포르투갈)
Português - Brasil(포르투갈어 - 브라질)
Română(루마니아어)
Русский(러시아어)
Suomi(핀란드어)
Svenska(스웨덴어)
Türkçe(튀르키예어)
Tiếng Việt(베트남어)
Українська(우크라이나어)
번역 관련 문제 보고
I am in love with Floch Forester. His gorgeous jawline, perfect Yeagerist eyes and. OH THAT ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ HAIR. The concept of him defending his country brings nothing but excitement to my lower regions. Standing on the rooftops against the odds, sliding and screaming his way to free his nation... mhmmmmm My King. I wish he could reward me with his seed. I want to stand by his side whilst we defend Eldia from invaders and traitors alike. To grab Armin by the head and press my thumbs into his eyes whilst Floch pats my head in approval. Watching the blood seep out of his sockets until The Mong's voice cracks and breaks. Before Mikasa would ever butcher me, The King would lodge a Thunderspear into her mouth and push her into The Mong, grabbing me by the waist and zipping away from the explosion. We would Climb atop the ribcage itself to mercilessly beat Cuckren till he had fully become "The Sleeping Titan".
For he is who I kneel to.