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ㅤ Earth BREATHES. Survival AWAITS.

────── ∰ ” Ruins have a way of swallowing the past, but they can never silence those who keep moving forward. Across forgotten lands, where the echoes of the old world still linger, Shedabaka continues its march with those who refuse to be forgotten. Every soul that walks beside THE KRU becomes part of its legacy, preserved within the Chronicles of the Remaining.

ㅤTHE SPREARHEADS (1998-2002)
ㅤTHE REAVERS (2003-2006)
ㅤTHE FLAMEKEEPERS (2007-2010)

There are no empty places waiting by chance. Every space exists for the one willing to claim it, and every name written here has earned the right to remain.. / 🩸 )

Greetings! I am @username (Name + Muse), born in (Birth Year). Another soul walks through the gates of Shedabaka, ready to stand among the Remaining.

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Present yourself to @TheShedabakabot, or @ShedabakaOfc if you encounter any problems with the bot. The camp is waiting for you.

ㅤ KOM GRAUN. OSO NA GRAUN OP.
ㅤㅤㅤ From the earth, we will grow.
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hei morthies, how's life?

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•̩̩͙⁺·ˑ 🍸 SLICE OF SUMMERTIME

Impeccable shoreline called humankind in front, and the summer answered in her sweet eponym.

The ocean sparks along with sapphire water and lemonade slice tastes of perfect holiday enchantment, featuring #𝐋𝐢𝐚𝟐𝟔𝐭𝐡𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐋𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐧 toast become new page of midsummer reverie.
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Under the bright lights of a quiet convenience store, Keonho Morthen and Ian Rocheveil spent the night doing nothing, just walking through every aisle, picking out random snacks, laughing over the smallest things, and stealing little glances that said more than words ever could. It was the kind of evening that asked for nothing except each other’s company, where time seemed to slow down just enough to make every ordinary moment feel worth holding onto, as if forever wasn’t a distant promise but something gently beginning in the middle of an ordinary night.

And when they finally stepped outside with a bag full of snacks and nowhere in particular to go, the night still felt too young to end. So they kept walking, shoulder to shoulder, letting the city blur around them, quietly hoping this would become one of those memories they would look back on years later and still smile about.