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Then I found it. Hyru’s inventory.
Cleaner than anything I have seen. Looked like Gaben himself dropped it off.
Every skin was perfect, floats blessed by the gods.
First thing that caught my eye was the Skeleton Knife Case Hardened. Looked like it had been through hell and came out legendary. Every blue swirl looked like it had a story behind it.
Then the Vulcan looked at me seductively. Not even kidding. Colors so sharp it felt like it was calling me to drop 30 bombs again.
Even the stickers were not just random. You could tell every one meant something. Clutches, eco rounds, 1v5 dreams.
I just sat there for a second staring at it like it was a museum.
This is not just an inventory.
It is a cathedral of taste. A museum of precision.
Hyru you are not just a player.
You are a curator of legends. +rep
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