kill the villaines real ending
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Last published Wed, May 22, 2024
this is how I think the ending of "kill the villaines" should have been, you can already guess a little by how I write about myself, so I hope you'll like it, it'd very short, I only needed something to cope with the not satisfaing ending, but but this is only my opinion
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