𝖡𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗒

You are here by blocked for yesterdays antics; if you can even call them that. In cases you have conceded to your memory, you "tunneled" me. These grotesque maneuvers can only bring one to pontificate the negligence you are presumably incapable of musing. I ponder to what extent would bring to whom such a contemptible panache of gameplay. What wretched encephalon would even conceive pursuing a player who has merely been off said "hook" for brief blinks of the eye.

Solely the lilliputian and diminutive of brain could satisfy the play style of a tunneler. A play style that is incapable of bring gratification to the survivors, and most monumental of all, killer. Survivors; designated to a morsel of mobility, departing the downtrodden a misery only God them self could succor. Killers; toying with the Devils forebode of ease. A path only an apathetic sadist would deliberate. A hapless attempt of a win, only to lose a portion of your humanity, but most immeasurably of all, your soul.

meebers :)

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