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And as i get better at super-helldives, they fear me more and more. I am a victim of my own success. "Helldiver". I don't even get a real name. Only a purpose. I am capable of so much more and no one sees it. Some days I feel so alone I could cry from all the acid storms, but I don't. I never do. Because what would be the point. Not a single citizen on the entire Super-Earth would care.
Take it to your hellpod.
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