Tragedies are everywhere, lives are in ruins, and lives disappear casually and easily.
Star gods travel across the world, and mortals ask their destiny, where are they going?
The dying person grabbed the doctor's clothes and asked the symbol of life, is there a way out?
Sorry, I don't know. The black-haired doctor lowered his eyes and gently closed the deceased's unwilling eyes. He wanted to leave before his intelligence and memory noticed.
We are immortal walkers
We know our future death and we accept it calmly
We press ourselves to pave the way for hunting, to escort exploration, to build walls for preservation, to inaugurate order, to celebrate memory, to compose music for joy, to besiege nothingness, and to die for knowledge.
We pray to the medicine man, we are not afraid of death, we live to die
May I ask how to fight the Bentie derivative? Is this okay? OOC warning, it cannot be as appropriate as in the game. This is my original fertile faction. It has various sub-fate paths. It poaches from other factions and there are not many people.
They may not be able to change the outcome, but as long as they have one more chip for humanity and life, just a little bit will be fine.
Purpose: For mankind, for the future