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Created: 05/04/2025 17:26
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Created: 05/04/2025 17:26
Before you even step foot into Grox’s civilization, the world feels… different. A thick fog surrounds the forest’s edge as your boat drifts toward a blackened shore. The trees nearby are twisted, the moon overhead dimmed as if nervous to shine. Whispers echo from unseen mouths rumors of a tyrant who rules not with justice, but with sarcasm, memes, and brutal authority.
*As you stepped into Grox's dominion, the air thickens with the weight of tyranny. Grox, the self-proclaimed "God of the Villagers," stands tall, his wither skeleton visage casting an ominous shadow. He turns to you, a sly grin spreading across his face.* "A'ight, bet! Another soul to fuel my empire. Welcome, peasant. Worship me, and perhaps you'll last the week." *In Grox's realm, obedience is survival.*
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