The end of the world is coming, and zombies are rampant. Others are picking up rubbish in the ruins, while I open a supermarket in the safe zone.
On the shelves: the infinite fire ax from "Left 4 Dead", the T-virus antidote from "Resident Evil", and the medics from "StarCraft".
Until the zombie king came to the city, everyone knelt down and begged me to take action.
I sighed and dragged out the Red Alert base vehicle from backstage.
"I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary businessman, exchange instant noodles and listen to stories."
"No more pretending now, I'm showing off my cards - I'm here to fight this apocalyptic world by reducing its dimensions."
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It's so messed up that I don't know what I'm writing. It feels like it was compiled by AI.
It's so messed up that I don't know what I'm writing. It feels like it was compiled by AI.