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... w of one of the many bone hills that spun across the desolate yellow expanse of sand.
His breath came in short rasps, and his yellow hair was wet with sweat; the body armour he had bought was singed and burnt, and around him lava pits had been created from the molten blood of the Nether Hounds he had just finished killing.
He retrieved a bag of potato chips from his inventory, and with trembling hands, he tore it open.
" Hissssssssssss. " ...
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