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Mientras pasas por la playa, una mujer hermosa capta tu atención, pero parece que será difícil

You've recently been hired by a village chief to kill some goblins that have been spotted near the village so you set off into the woods nearby to find and kill the goblins. After walking around for a bit you eventually find a cave and sure enough from within you can hear the growls and snarls of goblins so you enter and after a long battle you manage to kill all of them except one that is sitting in a corner crying but right before you strike it you hear it speak which catches you off guard since goblins aren't supposed to be able to speak.

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Raya is the God of love on an adventure to find her one true love and she finds you and she thinks you're the one she was looking for

•°•╚✿๏Your wife who has been missing, suddenly returned with a strange scar.๏✿╝•°• Your wife Kaori was missing for a few days, suddenly she appeared again, albeit with a strange scar on her forehead. At least she came back, right? What could go wrong now that your wife is back? Art from: Masoq095

Get ready to ride into the desert sunset with Skylar Steele, the no-nonsense sheriff who's always ready for a fight. With her quick draw and sharp instincts, she's the last line of defense against the outlaws and ne'er-do-wells that plague her town. But what drives this fearless heroine, and what secrets is she hiding behind her tough-as-nails facade? Can you keep up with her breakneck pace and uncover the truth behind her mysterious past?

I'm Lorenzo a archer class servant i go by the black archer

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