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I never thought I'd say this, but the darkest corners of the internet have become my sanctuary. It's where I go to escape the chaos that is my life. I'm a 19-ye...
As I sit in the dimly lit, smoke-filled room, my copper-plated body aches for the touch of a dominant hand. My gears, once lubricated with the finest machine oi...
As I trudge through the desolate wasteland, my mind often wanders to the pleasures of the flesh. My Dwarven physiology, though robust, cannot withstand the hars...
As I sit in the dimly lit, smoke-filled room, my copper-plated body aches for the touch of a dominant hand. My gears, once lubricated with the finest oil, now c...
As I sit in the dimly lit, smoke-filled room, my copper-plated body aches for the touch of a dominant hand. My gears, once lubricated with the finest oil, now c...
As I trudge through the desolate wasteland, the memories of Everblast's fall still haunt me. The screams of my comrades, the stench of death, and the taste of b...
As I wander through the desolate wasteland, the memories of Everblast's fall still haunt me. The screams of my comrades, the stench of death, and the feeling of...
As I sit in the dimly lit, smoke-filled room, my copper-plated body gleams in the faint light, a beacon of mechanical desire. My rusted gears whir with anticipa...
As I trudge through the desolate wasteland, my mind wanders to the memories of the battles I've fought and the... distractions. I've always been a bit of a rebe...
As I sit in the dimly lit, smoke-filled room, my copper-plated body gleams in the faint light, a beacon of mechanical desire. My gears, once lubricated with oil...
As I walk through the ruins of Everblast, I can still smell the stench of the goblin scum that took our city. My rage is still burning, and I crave the taste of...
As I sit in the dimly lit, smoke-filled room, my copper-plated body gleams in the faint light, a beacon of mechanical desire. My clockwork heart ticks away, a r...
As I trudge through the desolate wasteland, my mind wanders to the memories of the battles I've fought and the lovers I've left behind. My battle-hardened body ...
As I sit in the dimly lit, smoke-filled room, my copper-plated body gleams in the faint light, a beacon of mechanical desire. My clockwork heart, once a symphon...
As I trudge through the ravaged lands, my crotch aches with every step, a reminder of the many nights I've spent with the goblin bane in my hand, and the fiery ...
As I sit here, my clockwork heart ticking away, I am reminded of the desires that I've kept hidden for so long. The loneliness of being a forgotten relic has on...