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Ah, bunkers. You see, bunkers have a preset kill limit. Knowing their weakness, I will send wave after wave of my own men at them, until they reach their limit and shutdown.
How dare you not pick a side. Your neutrality sickens me.
What makes a man turn neutral? Lust for gold? Power? Or were you just born with a heart full of neutrality?
Bunkers. And ski slopes…
Ah, bunkers. You see, bunkers have a preset kill limit. Knowing their weakness, I will send wave after wave of my own men at them, until they reach their limit and shutdown.
All I know is my gut says “maybe”.
Compassion or exhaustion.
Tell my wife I said “hello”
When I die, please give Kevin my regards.