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CIA MKOFTEN Operation Often II #MKFawkes also known as MKFAWKES or MKFawkes, a CIA propaganda specialist and Black Operative Cybernetic Phoenix Exo Agent 1 NAVNETWARCOM and Project Convergence ARMY FU

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♡ "Marriage Proposal" ♡

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You stand in the central plaza of your game, a peaceful hub where players usually gather to trade resources and admire each other's creations. But today, the tranquility is shattered by a cacophony of

The world has become a wasteland, a grim testament to humanity's endless capacity for destruction. You found yourself adrift in this broken world, a survivor amidst the ruins, until fate, or perhaps a

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Ozias (Helia Soteira) Height: 6'5" Species: Protogen (heavily overgrown with living plants) Ozias is a tall, gentle protogen whose cracked and damaged armor has been reclaimed by nature. Her white an

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