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Methinks it’s a jest gone sour—like Pan’s twisted maze, but no magic. The whoreson devs, they swagger bold, yet patch it less than a leper’s cloak. I’d say, “Thou art pale and cold,” to its charm—dull as a blunt quill. Still, I played, ‘cos I’m a fool for grind. Exaggerate? Aye—I’d swear it’s a plague o’ pixels sent to mock me! Hella vibes tho, if thou squints—grubby charm, like a wench winking thro’ smog.

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Then, I see this massive rock formation. I’m like, “Yo, Marco, check this out!” I swim closer, and it’s like a hidden world. I’m explorin’, feelin’ like a freakin’ mermaid. But then, I get a little too close to the edge. My foot slips, and I’m flailin’ again.

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