Real Steel 3

Real Steel 3

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Última publicación dom, ene 27, 2013

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My name is Sawyer Vitarlo. Yes my last name is italian. I come from a long line of italians. Well actually I came from a long line of italians. My parents died when I was fourteen im eighteen now and italy sunk many years ago. I am alone and queen of the trash mutts. Thats right trash mutts you see me and my comrades live in the 23 mile wide zone that the rich dump their scrap bots. We reassemble them to create many things, like shelter. Arms and legs for support. Various chest plates as a roof. Alot of us are amazing with computers. A few of us made it out of the Trash Zone but most of us will die alone out here with only our cold metal recreations, but you see two weeks ago that all changed. Let me tell you how.

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