 | | Recommended | by IAmAmoral 2.0 hours on record |
| | Posted 7.7 years ago | Last Played 7.7 years ago |
One life. I met someone. A woman. In the decaying ruins of an almost-successful settlement.
" Let's trade sons." She leaves with my offspring.
I pick up my new child. I am starving.
"I will die," I mutter to the young one.
"M," he replies. "O," he continues. "M," he finishes.
The y were the last sounds I heard.
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