Boleh ya, sender. Kalau usernamenya udah nggak ada, bisa ganti bagian “@username“ pakai nama mereka.

Ini pakai lagu di luar sticker pack kita ya? Boleh kok, sender. Jangan lupa make sure kalau lagunya muat di space yang udah kita sediakan ya.

Sadly, nggak boleh, sender. Karena template kami udah keliatan full banget. Kami sekeluarga minta ampun ya, sender. 😔

Betul, masih nyambung sama theme family kami. Big thanks for our Its Mightful karena udah ngasihin konsep yang nyambung sama theme family kami.

Buat day 1 nanti, kami bakal nerima semua menfess, nggak ada slotnya. Tapi pas udah memasuki day 2 event, kami bakalan kasih batas waktu buat ngirim menfessnya.

Bukan ya, sender. Kami punya bot khusus buat kirim menfessnya. Please stay tuned, Mertiez. Hari ini bakalan kami bisikin botnya.

Hi, Mertiez! Day 1 starts now. Please prepare your menfess first and we'll start accepting them at 16:30. Make sure to follow all the stated rules. 🩶

Yuk prepare menfessnya. Nanti jam 16:00 kami drop bot. Tap start bot dulu ya, biar botnya nggak error. Jadi jangan send menfess sebelum jam 16:30!

Players, welcome! Today the air shifts, quiet and charged with the thrill of the unknown, as we gather to release our messages through @.See You! and let our hearts speak in a world where time feels borrowed.

Masih yaa, send lagi yukk. 👆❤️

Mertiez, send terus sampai botnya ilang yak. Kami semangat nih. ❤️

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In the heroism of a game where all could confine at any moment, I find out @ZhouAnnxin my Wraith of Warmth: a silhouette that in silence keeps me alive. Commune knows that perhaps all of hither will be wiped out. Everything that exists in Borderland will after a bit fall apart. And yet, amidst the daftness, I found warmth where I expected sole despair. You were there, barely a throb, yet enough to churn out lifespan seem worth clinging to. The Borderland will solvated into nothingness and the cards, the blood, the silence— all will turn tail to the void. But if by some miracle we meet again, let’s not talk about the games we survived. Let us rewrite our days in saccharinity instead of sorrow.

Until We Meet In Echoes,
Your Maki.

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In the heroism of a game where all could confine at any moment, I find out @dongmine & @Rikgu's my Wraith of Warmth: a silhouette that in silence keeps me alive. Commune knows that perhaps all of hither will be wiped out. Everything that exists in Borderland will after a bit fall apart. And yet, amidst the daftness, I found warmth where I expected sole despair. You were there, barely a throb, yet enough to churn out lifespan seem worth clinging to. The Borderland will solvated into nothingness and the cards, the blood, the silence— all will turn tail to the void. But if by some miracle we meet again, let’s not talk about the games we survived. Let us rewrite our days in saccharinity instead of sorrow.

Until We Meet In Echoes,
Nic.

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In the heroism of a game where all could confine at any moment, I find out @unwak's my Wraith of Warmth: a silhouette that in silence keeps me alive. Commune knows that perhaps all of hither will be wiped out. Everything that exists in Borderland will after a bit fall apart. And yet, amidst the daftness, I found warmth where I expected sole despair. You were there, barely a throb, yet enough to churn out lifespan seem worth clinging to. The Borderland will solvated into nothingness and the cards, the blood, the silence— all will turn tail to the void. But if by some miracle we meet again, let’s not talk about the games we survived. Let us rewrite our days in saccharinity instead of sorrow.

Until We Meet In Echoes,
Aiyi.

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Until We Meet In Echoes,
Aiyi.

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In the heroism of a game where all could confine at any moment, I find out @lumenier's my Wraith of Warmth: a silhouette that in silence keeps me alive. Commune knows that perhaps all of hither will be wiped out. Everything that exists in Borderland will after a bit fall apart. And yet, amidst the daftness, I found warmth where I expected sole despair. You were there, barely a throb, yet enough to churn out lifespan seem worth clinging to. The Borderland will solvated into nothingness and the cards, the blood, the silence— all will turn tail to the void. But if by some miracle we meet again, let’s not talk about the games we survived. Let us rewrite our days in saccharinity instead of sorrow.

Until We Meet In Echoes,
Aiyi.