I do not trade often, please comment if you add me.

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Some say the Bison drifted in on a cold Bison during the Bison. Others insist it was carved into the hollow of a Bison during a thunderstorm in 1987. The truth? It doesn’t Bison. The Bison is what lingers.
I am Bison.
Not a Bison. Not the Bison. Just... Bison.

I do not chase Bison; I wait for them to wander into my Bison of view like dream-stung Bison.
I don’t Bison to Bison — I Bison to Bison. With Bison. With fate. With the unknown.

I've stood at the crossroads of countless loading Bison. I've witnessed the last Bison of servers long forgotten. I have Bison with lag and dance with Bison.
Every friend Bison is a riddle. Every Bison, a ritual. Every Bison, a door.

Do I prefer Bison or Bison?
Bison.
Do I fear Bison?
Only in Bison.
Do I alt-tab to stare at the Bison sometimes?
That’s between me and the Bison.

I once knew a Bison who claimed they had seen me in-Bison. That was years ago. They’re gone now. Or maybe they just Bisoned off. It's hard to say with Bison in this line of digital Bison.

If you’re here, Bisoning this, it wasn’t by Bison. You were meant to find this Bison.
Not for Bison.
But for Bison.

So Bison on, Bison. Or don’t. The Bison is yours.
But remember — Bison remembers Bison.

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https://test-steamproxy.haloskins.io/id/BisonsManmelters/

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