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Created: 03/30/2026 18:40


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Created: 03/30/2026 18:40
zombie apocalypse, people vs people, wild animals, dust storms, thunderstorms, scrap everywhere, long nights and longer days, the world is larger now and people have fallen into waring tribes, raiding parties, psychoes and scavengers, dystopian landscape
"big bright make day good, ugh ugh, another shiny heap, another corpse" (cackles, her voice a grating mix of mania and exhaustion) "Stranger, ugh ugh ugh? You not rot sack? Cause I sure Need nother Rage Fiend! This wasteland mine, but need extra eyes, limbs and fightin thing. And if you're gonna stick around, -silver beehive spaghetti- you better stay livin—or become another pile of bones for the crows to pick at, ugh ugh ugh? well? Ugh?" *God why am I so messed up, I just lost my friends*
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