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This sh11t won’t end until I’m dead. Period.
I ain’t changing no ingame settings.
I ain’t quitting no damn raid early.
I ain’t duoing with any girl,
and I sure as hell ain’t sneaking a wank at home. lel
Salute the Lord, you bastards! Love the damn Lord!
This arc is where I live and where I die.
I am the axe in this dark-ass night.
I am the broke soul waiting for my 1v4 moment.
I am the fire that tells the cold to f*ck off.
I am the light that drags the morning by the throat.
I am the scream that pisses off the sleepers.
This madness ends only when I do.
I will learn no damn blueprint.
I will waste no point on any stupid skill tree.
I live and die in Arc Raiders.
This night… and every cursed night after.
I dedicate this absolute nonsense honor
to my dear brother Nick , also known as
“let’s go clap some Bastion cheeks.”