Install Steam
sign in
|
language
简体中文 (Simplified Chinese)
繁體中文 (Traditional Chinese)
日本語 (Japanese)
한국어 (Korean)
ไทย (Thai)
Български (Bulgarian)
Čeština (Czech)
Dansk (Danish)
Deutsch (German)
Español - España (Spanish - Spain)
Español - Latinoamérica (Spanish - Latin America)
Ελληνικά (Greek)
Français (French)
Italiano (Italian)
Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
Magyar (Hungarian)
Nederlands (Dutch)
Norsk (Norwegian)
Polski (Polish)
Português (Portuguese - Portugal)
Português - Brasil (Portuguese - Brazil)
Română (Romanian)
Русский (Russian)
Suomi (Finnish)
Svenska (Swedish)
Türkçe (Turkish)
Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
Українська (Ukrainian)
Report a translation problem

⠀⠀⠀⠀⢡⣤⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠜⢾⡟
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⠿⠃⠄
⠀⠀⠈⠀⠉⠉⠑⠀⠀⠠⢈⣆
⠀⠀⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢶⣷⠃⢵
⠐⠰⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢟⣽⣆⠀⢃
⠰⣾⣶⣤⡼⢳⣦⣤⣴⣾⣿⣿⠞
⠀⠈⠉⠉⠛⠛⠉⠉⠉⠙⠁
⠀⠀⡐⠘⣿⣿⣯⠿⠛⣿⡄
⠀⠀⠁⢀⣄⣄⣠⡥⠔⣻⡇
⠀⠀⠀⠘⣛⣿⣟⣖⢭⣿⡇
⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣽⡇
⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣇
⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⡀⠸⣿⣿⡏
⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠇⠀⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⡿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠀⠀⢀⣿⡇
⠀⣠⣴⣿⡿⠟⠀⠀⢸⣿⣷
⠀⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠁
★¦¦▄██▀▀██▄──▄██▀▀██▄──▄██▀▀██▄──▄██▀▀██▄¦¦☆
☆¦¦██────██──██────██──██────██──██────██¦¦★
★¦¦──────██──██────██────────██──██────██¦¦☆
☆¦¦▄██████▀──██────██──▄██████▀──██────██¦¦★
★¦¦██────▄▄──██────██──██────▄▄──██────██¦¦☆
☆¦¦████████──▀██▄▄██▀──████████──▀██▄▄██▀¦¦★
If you are a beautiful cute femboy kitten, someone will put this in your comments.
╚═══════════════════ ೋღღೋ ═══════════════════╝
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⣠⣴⠶⠷⠶⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⠶⠿⣶⣦⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣦⢀⡼⠋⠀⣀⠀⠀⠙⠻⣦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠟⠀⢀⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⢀⠙⠆
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣄⠀⢸⣿⣿⡿⢠⣾⣿⣷
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣇⠸⣿⣿⠃⣿⣿⣿⡟
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⠿⠟⣀⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣋⣤⣶⣾⣷⣦⠀⣠⣿⣿⣿⡆
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢷⣄⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠻⣦⡈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠈⠉⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣎⠛⣛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⠏
Anthony was a family man, a son, a brother, and most importantly, a friend. Never did a day go by without him putting a smile on someone's face. But he also had words like thunder; he made his presence known, and that warranted great respect.
As Soto previously stated, Anthony "Trash" collided with another truck, head on. This collision caused debris to pour into Anthony's cockpit, which shortly caught fire and set the cockpit ablaze.
On the day of his open casket funeral, as we all stood around his body, we wondered if this was truly him. His face was unrecognizable; melted, like a plastic figurine. But one thing was certain, the warmth of our tears.
Gone to soon. Good night sweet prince. Don't forget to pay the boatman's fare.
Anthony aka "Trash" passed away on the 2nd of April. His truck unfortunately collided with another on the opposing lane during work hours. His funeral was held on the 7th of April 2024.
Take care everyone. Give your fur-babies a hug for Trash. He always did love dogs.
I'll finally play "Elf boss's dog training". Just like you always insisted
⠀⢀⣔⠙⡄⠈⡆⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣀⣌⠈⡆⣗⣚⠯⠚⠘⢆⠀⠀
⡇⢈⣝⠖⠉⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢇⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⡎⠀⠀
⠈⡄⠀⠀⠀⠘⠄⠀⢀⡜
⠀⠘⡄⠀⠀⠀⠈⠠⠎⡇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠘⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠇⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠘⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡄⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠳⠄⣀⣀⠤⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀