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JUEGO DE MIERDA SE CIERRA SOLO

JUEGO DE MIERDA SE CIERRA SOLO

JUEGO DE MIERDA SE ACTUALIZA SOLO

You are the blood
Flowing through my fingers
All through the soil
Up in those trees

You are electricity
And you are light
You are sound itself
And you are flight

In the realm of neon, where chaos thrives,
A figure emerges, Jacket, his name survives.
With a bloodstained coat and mask on his face,
He wades through violence, leaving no trace.

In the streets of Miami, a city ablaze,
Jacket dances with death in a merciless haze.
A symphony of gunfire, a ballet of demise,
He executes his mission, his purpose in disguise.

His jacket, a canvas painted with scarlet,
Each splatter, a testament to his violent ballet.
Through grimy corridors and seedy joints,
He strikes with precision, his skills he appoints.

A mysterious phone call sets him in motion,
A puppet to voices, driving his devotion.
He carves through enemies, their lives undone,
Leaving behind a wake of chaos, his battle won.

But behind the mask, questions remain,
Is Jacket a hero or a pawn in a twisted game?
Haunted by fragmented memories, he wonders,
If his actions are just or if he's torn asunder.

In the world of Hotline Miami, he reigns supreme,
A vigilante fueled by revenge and a silent scream.
His path may be stained with blood and regret,
But Jacket's legend is one they won't forget.

So, let the neon lights guide his relentless spree,
As Jacket, the avenger, fights to set himself free.
In the realm of violence, he finds his solace,
A tragic hero, forever bound to his hotline embrace.

Fans de rivals of aether cuando tienen rivalidad con un éter o no sé ni idea de que trata solamente lo jugué para ponerle mods todos chotos

hotline miami with ducks and 2D

QUE BUEN PUTO JUEGO

:ujel:

malardo tu juego bro