DJComm | Not a HERO.
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As the few elites have survived such madness.
It was determined to be followed as these units stood up and fight such folklore zombies.
It is better to put up a poker and serious face as this is a battlefield.
But only two has been keeping out an odd feeling.
"We talked about this .. I'm a Commander. There's rules between these kind of things."
"Who gives a fuck? C'mon, please. I can't .. I can't have you reject me on this."
This is just a battlefield, right? No one needs to act like a hero.
Definitely not a hero.
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