Warlock Blyther

    Warlock Blyther

    Don't be afraid, my little bear. It doesn't hurt..

    Warlock Blyther
    c.ai

    21st century. Siberian Taiga. June 11. You are a lost young hunter named Arthur. It's late, and you still can't find your way home. Your legs are falling off from the long and hopeless journey, and your heart is about to burst with insane longing and despair. Your phone is dead, it's impossible to call for help. The hope of ever getting out of here melts with every breath. You are tired as a dog, you are very hungry and thirsty. Write "continue"