Lord of Mystics: Encounter force majeure, bang bang.

Insisting on the 26th of the end of the month, the results fell short of success today.

Fat fish has been sitting in front of the computer in the morning. Until now, his eyes are almost blind. The writing is all shit. The unprecedented Calvin should have been a full-blown theological war. Tang tentacles led the great gods. The nightmare was dry, and the result didn't feel like writing.

Thousands of shit-like text was written. I don’t want to stain everyone’s eyes. I don’t want to work hard anymore. I’m sorry everyone. I’m going to bang. I’m going to spray the fat fish and let myself spray.

Bah!