Dust settled. The best ones fell by chance, turning into empty dust. Dice throws reduced the dogs to dust. A weary, drawn-out, assertive battle.
We are born alone. We die alone. One was supposed to remain—and remained alone. The champion.
This text is for you. You got your 66 $TON and the promised glory, but the only question remains: will you roll the dice again?
We are born alone. We die alone. One was supposed to remain—and remained alone. The champion.
This text is for you. You got your 66 $TON and the promised glory, but the only question remains: will you roll the dice again?