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Everyone keeps telling me that I will forget his death. Everyone keeps telling me that the end of the world is the highest courtesy to mankind.
But if that were true, why would I point the gun at my own head again and again in the cycle of day and night?
The truth about my brother's death is hidden in the secret worlds of the META universe game
One page of madness, several pages of darkness.
Are you willing to enter the game?
Intention: Doom and Love