Charlemagne I

Bitter Greetings! The farewell is quietly finding its way and its voice. My disgust with Iron Maiden has definitively taken over, at the expense of the relationships forged through this game. I was inclined to accept your prices to maintain this atmosphere. Furthermore, I was able to overlook your cheating through bots that use weapons not even displayed, like machine guns that appear from nowhere, or bots that emerge to shoot you in the back or to steal your shots, your loot, or even entire matches. But in the case of Iron Maiden, you've forced my hand—or rather, you're pushing me out, as I a

La confiance règne.

Noch nach Jahren, greife ich immer wieder darauf zurück.