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A moment comes in your life When you have to make a choice. Some consider it insignificant, unimportant. But the fact is, this decision shapes your entire future. When it comes time, what will you choose? Only three options, never more. Different strategies, different goals. Can you make the wrong choice? There are no concrete rules. What will you choose? Your rival's choice will be obvious, Helping you build your team correctly. But every team needs a leader, And nobody determines that but you. What will you choose? Grass will burn, Fire will die, Water will be consumed. Grass will grow, Fire will consume, Water will quench. Which is strongest, which is weakest? Which will lead, which will cower? What will you choose?
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
Choosing
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
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