I got mad skills, yo. Check out this log of me idling in bar BAREHANDED and SOLO. I own you all motherfarkers, none of you can keep up with my game, y'all ain't even on my level. And don't think you can steal my technique from this log, hell even if you did rip off my style you couldn't do it like I do it, you gotta be BORN with it you lameass haters, I OWN YOU ALL.
HP:230 EP:184> The sounds of <CENSORED> come from the next room.
The sounds of <CENSORED> come from the next room.
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A long, ornately carved <CENSORED> dominates the small room. Behind
the <CENSORED> are various <CENSORED> with <CENSORED> on them. A double row of
<CENSORED> contains <CENSORED>. On the <CENSORED> are rows of stacked <CENSORED>.
The room is softly lit by a soft, sparkling glow that comes from
the <CENSORED> itself. There is a <CENSORED> on the wall. At the end of the <CENSORED>
is a silver <CENSORED>, on a <CENSORED>.
The only obvious exit is <CENSORED>.
A trash can
A sturdy wooden <CENSORED>
A small ballot <CENSORED>
<CENSORED> the barkeep
HP:230 EP:194> The sounds of <CENSORED> come from the next room.
The sounds of <CENSORED> come from the next room.
HP:230 EP:200>