Gunnie
Australia
People think I'm somewhat mental, they don't know I'm very sentimental. :weed:
People think I'm somewhat mental, they don't know I'm very sentimental. :weed:
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Yamu May 1, 2025 @ 11:32am 
๐™ฐ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐šŸ๐š’๐šœ๐š’๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š’๐š•๐šŽ:
๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š’๐šœ ๐š‚๐™ด๐š…๐™ด๐š๐™ด๐™ป๐šˆ ๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š’๐šœ๐š๐š’๐šŒ.
๐™ณ๐š˜ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š’๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š› ๐š‘๐š’๐š–.
๐™ณ๐š˜ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š›๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š๐šœ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š› ๐š‘๐š’๐š–.
๐™ณ๐š˜ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š” ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š๐š’๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ.
๐™ณ๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐šข ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š’๐šœ๐š๐š’๐šŒ ๐š›๐šŠ๐š–๐š™๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šข.
Gunnie Apr 10, 2024 @ 10:15pm 
Turn 2046:
Gunnie Apr 10, 2024 @ 10:15pm 
As I sit on my throne, encircled by a host of A.I. civilisations eager to unleash nuclear fury upon my capital, my mind wanders back to the halcyon days of Sid Meier's Civilisation V. Those were the days filled with joy and camaraderie, exploring, expanding, and sometimes exploiting, with you, my friends, by my side. Yet here I am, reminiscing about the past, engulfed in a mix of sorrow and regret.
Gunnie Apr 10, 2024 @ 10:15pm 
I hope this message finds its way to you, Junior and Anthony, as a beacon of my remorse. My absence in Civilisation VI wasn't a testament to my disinterest in our shared happiness but a silent battle against the monotony it brought me, a pain so acute with each click of 'Next Turn'. It seems, however, that fate has its way of teaching us lessons in the most unexpected manners. As the walls of my capital stand on the brink of collapse, so too does the realisation that I might have inadvertently isolated myself from the joy of your companionship.