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If you don't want to talk about dongs, then let's talk about your chocolate eye🍩

you need to create a dongsniffer guild with Emdash, then everything will go well

and you, Mister, it turns out to be a connoisseur of refined smells:D

now there are other rules. now, in order to attack someone with a spear from the back or lying down, the attacker must first suck the penis of his victim

You're giving up too soon, you old fart

why do you need all this information? just make an agreement with some big guild, they will allocate you a plot of land next to the latrine:giggle:

what difference does it make to you where to pay?

I really don't care what happens in the game, I rarely go there for a short time, there are more worthy things in life

maybe Henrik drank all the money and now there is no one to work on the content, there is no money left even for a hangover?!😂

well done, then why you whine, you survive, so go on, steal and cultivate other people's territories

TC will deprive you of these opportunities and you, o, the great killer of Sators, will collect herbariums

"most efficient to farm solo for a good player" - sounds like an oxymoron make sugar more salty or salt more sweet

that's how it should be. those who whine that they have no one to fight with and security is everywhere, please join a large guild or alliance, there is always someone fighting with someone, in any guarded city, security will not help (but these schmucks want to beat single players) everything...

Yeah, Emdash-shakespeare sang songs and copulated with the dead

everything is going according to plan, graveyards need to be protected from such as Emdash, otherwise they were seen in obscene scenes with corpses

and is it possible to remove this idiotic head and paw from the cloak in any way, it looks more like a clown's clothes

at least you write sound thoughts, unlike a half-witted emdash, go on, outshine everyone with your eloquence

that's right, study, enlighten yourself, maybe you'll be smarter

go on, plasticine shakespeare, no one listens to you, your songs smell like poop