PrimordialDesolate
Suddenly there was a faint sound. "hei-hei, teacher is coming."
"Oh really."
The door opened.
"I haven't said anything yet?"
the father stops typing and yawns. after a while he smells the food being cooked. the firstborn child wakes up and looks at his baby brother and looks at the charts stuck on the walls.
"Seperti yang dijangka, Ivan telah menjadi seorang Legenda!"
[Now as the absorption and evolution process is happening, we shall now tell you the mission for this scenario]
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Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby's house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.
-My name is Alison, whats your name-
And all that glitters is gold
And we could all use a little change
