I have a box filled with 5million dollars of items. Raffle tickets cost $500,000 a piece. Winner receives 4,5 mill profit!!! Messsge me the money with a note of tickets purchased!!! Good luck!
I have a box filled with 5million dollars of items. Raffle tickets cost $500,000 a piece. Winner receives 4,5 mill profit!!! Messsge me the money with a note of tickets purchased!!! Good luck!
Minds racing, trying to sleep but I'm busy chasing. Chasing money, chasing dreams. Chasing a direction to point my life in. See I'm lost. Still fighting to not be a lost cause. It's so easy to picture my life in a cell, while those I killed rot in hell. This is beyond anger, beyond rage. And it's never going away. As I lay here it just replays and replays. Damnit I'm supposed to be somebody. Somebody...more. Somebody better than I. Somebody looked upon with pride. The man who provides but I only reside. I...see nothing, no direction, no longer a connection between myself and success. Most of society has already given up on me. Stripped of rights "guranteed." It's an interesting situation to proudly stand for this nation, a nation I remain nothing but a forgotten statistic. A nation that says I'm not good enough but remain optimistic. How is it realistic, to not be so pessimistic? To not give up on myself as they already have....I just don't know anymore. I'm lost, chasing...
Awfully weird you just left a "satisfied " review saying you were going to stick with the faction just days ago. But now awfully vindictive because you didn't leave by choice. You get everything you need here and are asked to simply participate in wars and chains. You have no one to blame but yourself. We also get plenty of down time to train. I came as a lvl 7 or 8. I'm now at 17 and solely through the advice learned in faction and they help provided to me. You're review just isn't true by any means. I've never spent 8mill in a wk for just faction activity.