Valkane A-001
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Last published Mon, Apr 15, 2019
Je m'appelle Nathan Taylor. Je suis chef d'une unité d'élite Valkane, dans l'armée du UGH. Dans mon monde une guerre à grande échelle est sur le point d'exploser. L'UGH a pour but d'unir l'Humanité sous une seule emblème. Pour cela ils ont créé le projet Valkane, enfin de créer des super soldats et d'accomplir l'impossible.
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