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You'll Regret It (Sealand Adventure Crack) "Yes I will!" The smaller nation yelled at his older brother.
"Sealand, there is no way you'll be able to travel the world with your rickety country." England replied, exasperated with his younger brother’s behavior.
"I'll make you eat your words, you British jerk. Just you wait!" Sealand screamed as he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
For both our sakes, I hope he doesn't try. England thought as he drained the rest of his tea from the cup.
I'll fund myself if I have to; I don't need that jerk's help! Sealand thought as he stomped around his small country. Being a Kirkland had its advantages, as he knew how to hoist a sail and properly set up mast.
Within minutes, the small metal country was affixed with sails and masts galore, the national flag waving proudly in the sea breeze.
Sealand spread his arms wide as his country began moving, the wind blowing back his cull blonde hair. He smirk
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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