Alias [playing game]
[Original][Micro group portrait][Perspective change][No CP][No heroine][Dark belly]
The game of the end of the world is forced to begin, and all the bones under the throne are bones.
[Hello, dear Mr./Ms. Contender. You will begin to sing loudly in despair, stepping on blood and life to ascend to the throne.
The lucky ones who are drawn in panic will kill each other to death. Flowers bloom from dry bones, and blood rains from the sky. Use your lives to sing hymns, and use your blood to water all things.
In this game, you test each other crazily, the tip of the knife is pressed against your lifeblood, and time wears away your will.
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Don't maliciously push for points. Watch it if you want to see it. If you don't want to watch it, you can leave. Thank you.
Don't speak obscenely, it's very annoying.
Great, come on
Don't maliciously push for points. Watch it if you want to see it. If you don't want to watch it, you can leave. Thank you. Don't speak obscenely, it's very annoying.