End Game (BoyxBoy)
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Ultima pubblicazione lun, gen 30, 2017
This isn't your typical good guy defeats the bad guy story.
Oh no, it's far more sinister.
Say your given power to decide the fate of those around you. You can use it to create a peaceful life and bring as much joy to those around you as you wish. You could change many lives for the better and become a true hero.
But that's just boring.
Why not use it to play games. Use the power to control people and bend them to your will, use it to entertain yourself while getting great satisfaction.
Use it for murder.
It's simple all you have to do is sing a few lines from the song and their life is completely at your mercy.
That's exactly what Taint Valentine does.
You ready to play?
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