Killing The Art
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Ultima pubblicazione gio, gen 26, 2017
Something's really wrong not all of us were meant to kill and now everyone is trapped on this campus and have to kill each other or be turned inside out and into one of the doctors monstrosities. Please don't leave me in here with them it's bad enough I hadn't done what I was committed for but now I'm hear with two of the most infamous killers Trever Kain and Sebastian Evens. Please get me the he'll out of here.
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