I'm a live-action first-person shooter, the kind who fights zombies. After fighting so many games, I'm still timid.
My former roommate left, and a new roommate came in. He also does live-streaming of horror games. His voice is very nice. He made meals for me as soon as he came. He works as a teacher at the university next door to my house. He screams worse than anyone else during the live-streaming. In fact, he is braver than anyone else.
We lived together for a while, and then the end of the world came, catching us off guard.
This amazing teammate pulled me onto the road of seeking real-person sex. I professionally put down my special sense and the amazing sniper. He took me around with a chainsaw, and we all survived in the end.
Oh my god, on the importance of teammates.
The crazy man attacks, the narcissist suffers. From the beginning, I attacked my crush.
The identity of the protagonist is not simple. This article is extremely imaginative, so proceed with caution. Don't substitute a real person, thank you! ! ! Even if you substitute, it will be quiet! If you know who the real person is, support them!