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Congrats on leveling up another year in real life, where—thankfully—there aren’t zombies, because we both know you’d be the one raiding liquor stores while the rest of us are out here, I don’t know, surviving. Honestly, I’m pretty sure if the apocalypse hits, you’ll be holed up somewhere mixing cocktails like it’s happy hour—except you’d call it something classy like a “Mäyli 9000.” 🍸🧟♂️
the real survival skill you’re perfecting is staying drunk enough to forget how badly you're dying. 🍺
So here’s to another year of questionable life choices, both in-game and out. May your hangover tomorrow be as devastating as the horde that’s going to wipe you out on Day 2. Keep looting, keep drinking, and remember: if the zombies don’t get you, your liver probably will! 🥂🧟♂️
Cheers, you beautiful disaster! 🎮🍻