As the car disappears into the distance, you realize that you cannot rely or trust anyone. You hide behind a mailbox and check the surrounding. Across the street is a gas station. You decide to get the soda now and worry about getting home second. As you approach the station, a limo pulls in. A window in the back slowly winds down, but it is so dark inside the car that you cannot see inside. Only a high pitched voice telling you to get in escapes from the darkness.
It's time to get a new TV. Your old one was made like two years ago, and so much has changed. You might as well be looking at a dinosaur's butthole. Why would you keep doing that, when you could be looking at a robot's butthole?
This libtard terminator keeps asking for guns that don't exist and I may have to close early out of frustration.
My game is funded. Now I know everything.
Sea of Thieves: Reduced the number of quest types from 3 to 2
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