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『•NOMADS•』 | a WARRIORS command game
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Complete, First published Jan 22, 2020
" When the walkers took us to hide away with them in neon greytowers underneath their imitation starry skies, we had no choice but to breathe in their putrid airs and drink the toxic waters they created. Even with our bellies full of scrap, we continued to adapt. "

" We have left behind the long, green grasses that hid the most delicious of prey foods, the gigantic, unwavering trees that brought shade of the darkest hue and the sweet, bubbling rivers that sang with the sweetest of music. "

" Now, we only know fear. Hunger. Sickness. Death. "

Paradise is out there. Can you find it?

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A cyberpunk themed Warrior Cats command game. Updates everyday.

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