"Yeah. Where do I get a car?"
Jax laughed. "You don't. You run. You roll. You get clapped by a jetpack player with a flamethrower. Then you respawn at the hospital and do it all over again." upload graal era
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"First day?" Jax asked one of the new arrivals — a kid gripping a rusty butterfly knife like it was Excalibur. upload graal era
The kid frowned. "That's the game?"