Lilianne Con Ojos Nublados
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Last published Sun, Dec 9, 2018
Después de salir de un túnel ... estaba completamente oscuro.
Cuando desperté, estaba oscuro.
Primero, necesito comprender la situación ... Mientras pensaba, aparecieron figuras blancas y brumosas, como si todo estuviera tan oscuro como de costumbre, ¿qué está pasando?
Cuando me di cuenta, me he reencarnado!
Además, mi género ha cambiad !?
¿¡Usualmente no obtendrías una habilidad de trampa cuando te reencarnarás ?! ¡Dios!
¿No es esto a la inversa un comienzo con una Desventaja?
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