Smoke filled the air, and the broken flag lingered in the haze.
Rust, blood, gunfire, weirdness, horror, malice.
Enemies cursed each other, sin and filth were everywhere.
I wandered through the busy troughs, only to be forced to reach the broader peaks.
When I was struggling to survive and excitedly immersed in this weird, exciting and psychedelic new world,
Songs resounded everywhere from heaven to earth.
I turned around and realized that the scarred doll was about to be discarded...
Goner: First of all, I am very, very serious! Secondly, I am really an ordinary poor guy!
Reading instructions:
1. An imaginary Western world. The male protagonist has no cp. The update is to be determined~
Concept: Too many coincidences are not coincidences
