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What seemed like a normal sunny day in Rust—naked on the beach, sunlight in my eyes—was merely the calm before the storm.
Like every new beginning, I gathered resources, struggling to survive. Starving and desperate, I thought I wouldn’t last. Then I met him—Vicodin. A fully geared player, pistol at his side. He offered me food and clothes; I’d never been happier. He took me in, gave me shelter and nourishment.
Then things changed.
"Psst… come, I want to show you something," he whispered one night.
I followed him into a dark room, expecting a joke. Instead, he shoved me against the wall. I felt exposed… vulnerable.
Then, softly—"Happy birthday, champ."
It happened too fast...
First, the silencer penetrated me. Then, the rest of the M249 followed.
Everything went black.
I woke up—naked on the beach once more. Only the whisper remained.
"Happy birthday, champ."
🔥🔥🔥 This dude is fire 🔥🔥🔥
❗️💯 Let’s be friends for future games 💯❗️
💎💎 Have a wonderful experience during each match💎💎
⚜️⚜️ Stay safe & take care⚜️⚜️
✅✅✅➕REP➕✅✅✅
🤤🤤🤤The profile is awesome🤤🤤🤤
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🔥🔥🔥 This dude is fire 🔥🔥🔥
❗️💯 Let’s be friends for future games 💯❗️
💎💎 Have a wonderful experience during each match💎💎
⚜️⚜️ Stay safe & take care⚜️⚜️
✅✅✅➕REP➕✅✅✅
🤤🤤🤤The profile is awesome🤤🤤🤤
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