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End Gamers

I forget to remember that I live in a world of slithering coils.Chilling.

We are walking the board calculating survival forever tribal.Pawns and bishops. Rooks and pawns.

Checks and counters.

Steampunk precision.

Clouds our vision.

So by all counts the end justifies the meAns

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Oct 9, 2018
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