{DISCONTINUED} ~Corrupt~ {ThrQ}
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(ThQ/ThrQ fan story)
Uni thought he knew who he was..
But now? He's starting to doubt himself, and those around him.
With every passing adventure, a new kill. His body count keeps getting higher, his anger and insanity is showing more frequently and his "friends descendants" are noticing.
It's been affecting him ever since him and his old friends entered that rune world..
He's acting more like his counterpart by the day.
Maybe even more.
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