This left Mad Wolf Under the Moon, a single uncle a year older than Stick Brother, with a deep sense of confusion. Have the XP standards of young people these days become this strange?
Ah, the vice and depravity spreading like flood and beast, corrupting the youth with ambition, have made their XP go this astray. Why not quickly call the Court of Judgment for a whirlwind torpedo cleansing?
"Ding dong"
Just as Mad Wolf was feeling a headache, the doorbell rang. Letting Brother Mad Wolf poke his head out from his luxurious computer desk, he wondered who could move freely and visit during a nationwide lockdown. After stepping two steps out, he suddenly had a shiver.
He remembered the "Urban Legend" section on the forum where many players shared ghost stories about the game helmets.
