DEADLY END SURVIVAL
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Última atualização sex, abr 10, 2026
Life is beyond surprise
Colors shuttered in pieces
Where the brightness goes to the darkness
Kneeling to endure the pain, behind those shadows
And holding the right to fight within this deadly end survival
In the place full of color.
Citizens having a different duty in their lives.
They laughed, smile,hurt and in the same time they hide the true emotion they've been carrying in their whole life existence.
But what if one day the world is going to be a mess.
They would encounter the monster made of hidden creature.
They look terrible.
And it's look an awfully creature.
What would be happened in the present.
Can they even return to where the previous life has been there.
Maybe not, maybe yes.
But the only one for sure, they need to survive with this apocalypse.
Or their life is in danger.
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