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No. It just… went quiet.
One morning, the young man opened his eyes and realized the city outside his apartment was dead. Cars frozen mid‑turn. Phones buzzing with messages that would never be answered. Air still as a held breath. Every living thing — humans, animals, bugs — gone.
Except him.
Lucky bastard.
He wandered through the empty streets, calling out for survivors until his voice cracked. Nothing answered back. Not even an echo. That’s when the panic hit him:
He was alone. Completely. Eternally.
But then — in that crushing loneliness — something inside him snapped the other way.
“…Satoko would never cry at a time like this!” he barked at the sky, slamming a fist against his chest like some dramatic anime protagonist. “Nipa! Nipa forever!!”
His footsteps thundered back to his apartment as he kicked open the door like a man possessed. Posters of Satoko Houjou fluttered in the sudden gust. Figures and keychains lined his shelves like tiny guardians.
He stood there, panting, trembling, staring at the smiling blonde gremlin who had gotten him through school, stress, heartbreak, and now — apparently — the apocalypse.
“Satoko… it’s just you and me now.”
From that day on, the survivor turned the whole dead Earth into his Satoko Kingdom.
Abandoned supermarkets?
He scavenged instant noodles and stacked them around a shrine of Satoko acrylic stands.
Empty billboards?
He climbed up and plastered them with scanned Satoko posters until the city skyline looked like a giant, deserted fan convention.
Libraries?
He grabbed every blank notebook and turned them into diaries addressed to Satoko.
“Day 38. I rebuilt a bicycle today. Satoko would’ve laughed at how stupid I looked.”
Museums?
He replaced portraits of historical figures with printed fanart. Satoko as Queen of Egypt. Satoko as Joan of Arc. Satoko as President. (Hey, nobody left to complain.)
The whole silent world echoed with only one voice:
“Satokoooooo! Look! I found a generator! Now I can rewatch the whole series again!!”
There were nights when loneliness clawed at him like a starving beast.
Nights when he curled up on the floor, clutching a Satoko plush, whispering:
“If I stop loving you… I’ll really be alone.”
But every morning, he forced himself up. Because deep down, he believed something absurd — something only the last man alive could get away with:
“As long as I adore Satoko Houjou, I haven’t lost everything.”
And so he lived.
And kept living.
And maybe… in a deserted planet full of silence, ruins, and abandoned dreams…
…being a Satoko Houjou fan was the only thing keeping humanity alive at all.
Even if humanity was only one guy.
I Am the Only Alive Person Left and I’m a Satoko Houjou Fan!
When the world ended, it didn’t end with explosions, angels, demons, or anything cool.No. It just… went quiet.
One morning, the young man opened his eyes and realized the city outside his apartment was dead. Cars frozen mid‑turn. Phones buzzing with messages that would never be answered. Air still as a held breath. Every living thing — humans, animals, bugs — gone.
Except him.
Lucky bastard.
He wandered through the empty streets, calling out for survivors until his voice cracked. Nothing answered back. Not even an echo. That’s when the panic hit him:
He was alone. Completely. Eternally.
But then — in that crushing loneliness — something inside him snapped the other way.
“…Satoko would never cry at a time like this!” he barked at the sky, slamming a fist against his chest like some dramatic anime protagonist. “Nipa! Nipa forever!!”
His footsteps thundered back to his apartment as he kicked open the door like a man possessed. Posters of Satoko Houjou fluttered in the sudden gust. Figures and keychains lined his shelves like tiny guardians.
He stood there, panting, trembling, staring at the smiling blonde gremlin who had gotten him through school, stress, heartbreak, and now — apparently — the apocalypse.
“Satoko… it’s just you and me now.”
From that day on, the survivor turned the whole dead Earth into his Satoko Kingdom.
Abandoned supermarkets?
He scavenged instant noodles and stacked them around a shrine of Satoko acrylic stands.
Empty billboards?
He climbed up and plastered them with scanned Satoko posters until the city skyline looked like a giant, deserted fan convention.
Libraries?
He grabbed every blank notebook and turned them into diaries addressed to Satoko.
“Day 38. I rebuilt a bicycle today. Satoko would’ve laughed at how stupid I looked.”
Museums?
He replaced portraits of historical figures with printed fanart. Satoko as Queen of Egypt. Satoko as Joan of Arc. Satoko as President. (Hey, nobody left to complain.)
The whole silent world echoed with only one voice:
“Satokoooooo! Look! I found a generator! Now I can rewatch the whole series again!!”
There were nights when loneliness clawed at him like a starving beast.
Nights when he curled up on the floor, clutching a Satoko plush, whispering:
“If I stop loving you… I’ll really be alone.”
But every morning, he forced himself up. Because deep down, he believed something absurd — something only the last man alive could get away with:
“As long as I adore Satoko Houjou, I haven’t lost everything.”
And so he lived.
And kept living.
And maybe… in a deserted planet full of silence, ruins, and abandoned dreams…
…being a Satoko Houjou fan was the only thing keeping humanity alive at all.
Even if humanity was only one guy.
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hello guys only satoko houjo ufans can post here!!!!!
hello guys only satoko houjo ufans can post here!!!!!
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HEllo guys do you want to play games?
HEllo guys do you want to play games?
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if youre satoko houjou fan psot satoko images
if youre satoko houjou fan psot satoko images
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satoko polka dance remix
satoko polka dance remix
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>spoilers
spoiler: she killed her dad and her mom because she was sick with virus
she loves pranks
she got in trouble with her aunt for pulling pranks on her
then she was tortured by her
her brother killed the aunt
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j57VL4hHyUs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnJJlic_Sj0
https://soundcloud.com/ellie_phoenix/dear-you-kind?in=user-589258938%2Fsets%2Flagu-wibu
Satoko HOujou Wiki
she is a girl who lost her parents>spoilers
spoiler: she killed her dad and her mom because she was sick with virus
she loves pranks
she got in trouble with her aunt for pulling pranks on her
then she was tortured by her
her brother killed the aunt
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j57VL4hHyUs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnJJlic_Sj0
https://soundcloud.com/ellie_phoenix/dear-you-kind?in=user-589258938%2Fsets%2Flagu-wibu
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Don't let pesky white people play my favorite videogame!
SATOKO HOUJOU IS MY WIFE!
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Thoughts on my trolling skill? LOL I AM REALLY GOOD AT TROLLING
Don't let pesky white people play my favorite videogame!
SATOKO HOUJOU IS MY WIFE!
SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!SATOKO HOUJOU BELONGS TO ME!
Thoughts on my trolling skill? LOL I AM REALLY GOOD AT TROLLING
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Hello! My name is Satoko Houjou Fan!!!!
I live in Mexico.
My father is black!
Hello! My name is Satoko Houjou Fan!!!!
I live in Mexico.
My father is black!
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Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 72 bpm (slow, emotional)
| C | F | Dm | G |
| C | F | Dm | G |
| Am | F | C | G |
| Am | F | C | G |
| F | G | C | C |
Main Melody (Right Hand)
This fits the first 8 bars .
e.g., E(1) = E note, quarter note (1 beat)
Bar 1 (C): E(1) G(1) A(2)
Bar 2 (F): F(1) A(1) G(2)
Bar 3 (Dm): F(1) G(1) A(2)
Bar 4 (G): G(1) E(1) D(2)
Bar 5 (C): E(1) G(1) A(2)
Bar 6 (F): A(1) G(1) F(2)
Bar 7 (Dm): D(1) F(1) G(2)
Bar 8 (G): G(1) B(1) A(2)
OKAY, text
[Verse 1 – Hebrew & English]
בְּתוֹךְ הַלֵּילָה, אֲנִי זוֹכֵר אֶת הָאוֹר
In the night, I remember the light
בְּכָל פִּנָּה, הַתִּקְוָה לֹא נֶעֱלָמָה
In every corner, hope hasn’t vanished
יְרוּשָׁלַיִם בְּלִבִּי, מִבֶּט אַחַר מִבָּט
Jerusalem in my heart, gaze after gaze
וְהַשֶּׁקֶט אוֹמֵר – אֲנִי עוֹד פֹּה
And the silence says – I'm still here
[Verse 2 – Hebrew & English]
דָּרוֹת שֶׁחָלְמוּ, לֹא הִתְיַאֲשׁוּ מֵהַיּוֹם
Generations who dreamed never gave up today
הִנֵּה הַקּוֹל שֶׁל הָעָם, מִשְׁתַּקֵּף בַּרְחוֹבוֹת
Here is the voice of the people, reflected in the streets
בְּעֵינַיִךְ רָאִיתִי, מַה שֶׁאֵין בִּמִלִּים
In your eyes I saw what words could not say
יִשְׂרָאֵל שֶׁלִּי, אַתְּ לֹא בְּדִידוּתֵךְ
My Israel, you are not alone
[Chorus – Hebrew & English]
(Key change optional to D major for lift)
תִּהְיִי חָזָק, תִּהְיִי אוֹר
Be strong, be light
לִהְיוֹת אַהֲבָה שֶׁלֹּא נִכְבָּה
To be a love that won’t fade
כָּל לֵב שֶׁנִּפְעַם, מַאֲמִין עֲדַיִן
Every beating heart still believes
יִשְׂרָאֵל, אַתְּ הַתִּקְוָה
Israel, you are the hope
[Bridge – Soft and Reflective]
בִּשְׁתִיקָה הַזֹּאת, יֵשׁ עוֹד שִׁיר
In this silence, there is still a song
נִשְׁמָע מֵעֵבֶר לַשָּׁנִים
Heard beyond the years
כְּמוֹ תְּפִלָּה שֶׁל לֵיל כּוֹכָבִים
Like a prayer beneath starry nights
אַתְּ בּוֹעֶרֶת בִּי עַד יָמִים אַחֲרוֹנִים
You burn in me until the final days
[Final Chorus – Repeated, Slower]
(Return to original key — C Major)
תִּהְיִי חָזָק, תִּהְיִי אוֹר
לִהְיוֹת אַהֲבָה שֶׁלֹּא נִכְבָּה
כָּל לֵב שֶׁנִּפְעַם, מַאֲמִין עֲדַיִן
יִשְׂרָאֵל, אַתְּ הַתִּקְוָה
play it if you have piano at home
"Dear You – ישראל (Israel Ver.)
Key: C MajorTime Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 72 bpm (slow, emotional)
| C | F | Dm | G |
| C | F | Dm | G |
| Am | F | C | G |
| Am | F | C | G |
| F | G | C | C |
Main Melody (Right Hand)
This fits the first 8 bars .
e.g., E(1) = E note, quarter note (1 beat)
Bar 1 (C): E(1) G(1) A(2)
Bar 2 (F): F(1) A(1) G(2)
Bar 3 (Dm): F(1) G(1) A(2)
Bar 4 (G): G(1) E(1) D(2)
Bar 5 (C): E(1) G(1) A(2)
Bar 6 (F): A(1) G(1) F(2)
Bar 7 (Dm): D(1) F(1) G(2)
Bar 8 (G): G(1) B(1) A(2)
OKAY, text
[Verse 1 – Hebrew & English]
בְּתוֹךְ הַלֵּילָה, אֲנִי זוֹכֵר אֶת הָאוֹר
In the night, I remember the light
בְּכָל פִּנָּה, הַתִּקְוָה לֹא נֶעֱלָמָה
In every corner, hope hasn’t vanished
יְרוּשָׁלַיִם בְּלִבִּי, מִבֶּט אַחַר מִבָּט
Jerusalem in my heart, gaze after gaze
וְהַשֶּׁקֶט אוֹמֵר – אֲנִי עוֹד פֹּה
And the silence says – I'm still here
[Verse 2 – Hebrew & English]
דָּרוֹת שֶׁחָלְמוּ, לֹא הִתְיַאֲשׁוּ מֵהַיּוֹם
Generations who dreamed never gave up today
הִנֵּה הַקּוֹל שֶׁל הָעָם, מִשְׁתַּקֵּף בַּרְחוֹבוֹת
Here is the voice of the people, reflected in the streets
בְּעֵינַיִךְ רָאִיתִי, מַה שֶׁאֵין בִּמִלִּים
In your eyes I saw what words could not say
יִשְׂרָאֵל שֶׁלִּי, אַתְּ לֹא בְּדִידוּתֵךְ
My Israel, you are not alone
[Chorus – Hebrew & English]
(Key change optional to D major for lift)
תִּהְיִי חָזָק, תִּהְיִי אוֹר
Be strong, be light
לִהְיוֹת אַהֲבָה שֶׁלֹּא נִכְבָּה
To be a love that won’t fade
כָּל לֵב שֶׁנִּפְעַם, מַאֲמִין עֲדַיִן
Every beating heart still believes
יִשְׂרָאֵל, אַתְּ הַתִּקְוָה
Israel, you are the hope
[Bridge – Soft and Reflective]
בִּשְׁתִיקָה הַזֹּאת, יֵשׁ עוֹד שִׁיר
In this silence, there is still a song
נִשְׁמָע מֵעֵבֶר לַשָּׁנִים
Heard beyond the years
כְּמוֹ תְּפִלָּה שֶׁל לֵיל כּוֹכָבִים
Like a prayer beneath starry nights
אַתְּ בּוֹעֶרֶת בִּי עַד יָמִים אַחֲרוֹנִים
You burn in me until the final days
[Final Chorus – Repeated, Slower]
(Return to original key — C Major)
תִּהְיִי חָזָק, תִּהְיִי אוֹר
לִהְיוֹת אַהֲבָה שֶׁלֹּא נִכְבָּה
כָּל לֵב שֶׁנִּפְעַם, מַאֲמִין עֲדַיִן
יִשְׂרָאֵל, אַתְּ הַתִּקְוָה
play it if you have piano at home
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a spiritually dark-skinned character
a spiritually dark-skinned character
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Rabbi Eliezer of Akihabara says: “She desired dominion over her fate — a holy yearning.”
But Rabbi Hanina of Shibuya replies: “No, she lusted for the past and scorned the freedom of her friend.”
And I — a humble teacher — I say: Why not both?
“And she drank of the vial of Eua, and her eyes were opened, and she saw the possibility of the eternal school year.”
The text is clear. The vial — a vessel of divine recursion — is not a blessing, but a test. Just as Avraham was tested with Yitzhak, so too is Satoko tested with… Rika.
"And Satoko saw Rika and loved her, and yet envied her, and yet clung to her, and yet desired her suffering, that they might never be parted."
A contradiction? No. A midrash. This is not love as the nations understand it. This is loop-binding affection, the kind that speaks not “I love you” but “You shall never escape me.”
She becomes, as the text says, mekalkel ha-zman — "She who corrupts the timeline."
“And the villagers knew her not, for in each world she changed her face. But Rika knew her in truth and said: ‘Have you become Pharaoh now?’”
We read this not as metaphor — no, no. This is literal divine drama. The scroll of Hinamizawa is not a fable, it is a caution.
Satoko is not villain nor heroine — she is what the mystics call the Chiddush ha-ke’ev, the innovation of pain. She introduces a new halachic category: Sorrow Repeated with Intention.
“And in the end, she saw the loops break, and her hands were empty, and the fragments were as dust in the wind.”
What then do we learn? That power is a sandbox, but time is a mikveh — you enter to be cleansed, not to stir the water forever.
And so I close the Sefer Houjou with this blessing:
May we never loop so tightly we forget to grow.
May we love without binding.
And may our timelines be short, but peaceful.
Jewish rabbis talk about shitokogaki's verses
And behold! The sages ask: "Was she righteous, or merely afraid?"Rabbi Eliezer of Akihabara says: “She desired dominion over her fate — a holy yearning.”
But Rabbi Hanina of Shibuya replies: “No, she lusted for the past and scorned the freedom of her friend.”
And I — a humble teacher — I say: Why not both?
“And she drank of the vial of Eua, and her eyes were opened, and she saw the possibility of the eternal school year.”
The text is clear. The vial — a vessel of divine recursion — is not a blessing, but a test. Just as Avraham was tested with Yitzhak, so too is Satoko tested with… Rika.
"And Satoko saw Rika and loved her, and yet envied her, and yet clung to her, and yet desired her suffering, that they might never be parted."
A contradiction? No. A midrash. This is not love as the nations understand it. This is loop-binding affection, the kind that speaks not “I love you” but “You shall never escape me.”
She becomes, as the text says, mekalkel ha-zman — "She who corrupts the timeline."
“And the villagers knew her not, for in each world she changed her face. But Rika knew her in truth and said: ‘Have you become Pharaoh now?’”
We read this not as metaphor — no, no. This is literal divine drama. The scroll of Hinamizawa is not a fable, it is a caution.
Satoko is not villain nor heroine — she is what the mystics call the Chiddush ha-ke’ev, the innovation of pain. She introduces a new halachic category: Sorrow Repeated with Intention.
“And in the end, she saw the loops break, and her hands were empty, and the fragments were as dust in the wind.”
What then do we learn? That power is a sandbox, but time is a mikveh — you enter to be cleansed, not to stir the water forever.
And so I close the Sefer Houjou with this blessing:
May we never loop so tightly we forget to grow.
May we love without binding.
And may our timelines be short, but peaceful.
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post satoko houjou if youre white
>it doesnt matter because all these kisses hugs they mean nothing. humans can forget memroy very quickly outside their childhood and even that memory can be forgotten in later life. all these love connections are quickly erased under the weight. no woman wants to hold accountable for
SATOKO HOUJOU I LIKE HOW CUTE SHE IS WOW!
post satoko houjou if youre white
>it doesnt matter because all these kisses hugs they mean nothing. humans can forget memroy very quickly outside their childhood and even that memory can be forgotten in later life. all these love connections are quickly erased under the weight. no woman wants to hold accountable for
SATOKO HOUJOU I LIKE HOW CUTE SHE IS WOW!
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I am cut out for this site.
I am cut out for this site.
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Woot are you still going to rebrand the website to churro.club ?
Woot are you still going to rebrand the website to churro.club ?
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post her
post her
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In the 8th chapter it is revealed that Rika is not capable of remembering the last moments before death, her body has to "sync" with the one in the next future for her to return her memories.
However, Hanyu CAN see and remember all that happened. It is revealed immediately as Hanyu explains to Rika who killed her in beginning of chapter 8 ruining the entire climax.
Rika never asked Hanyu about her killer, why?
Rika is stupid BITCH! this post isnt about shitogaki, but about Rika. However, it's related to counless amount of holes in the story.In the 8th chapter it is revealed that Rika is not capable of remembering the last moments before death, her body has to "sync" with the one in the next future for her to return her memories.
However, Hanyu CAN see and remember all that happened. It is revealed immediately as Hanyu explains to Rika who killed her in beginning of chapter 8 ruining the entire climax.
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So, why did she do it? Because she was lonely? NOPE. It's because she was afraid of asking for help. It made her feel insecure EXCEPT in higurashi original novel (i already read manga though but its same thing) Satoko ACTUALLY disliked Rika before Rika went her way out to help her when her brother "died", so then… Satoko is okay when Rika helps her with L5, shares her housing, helps her from Teppei's abuse but NOW she has to become bitch for some reason?
satoko is retarded
so being alone… it sucks. its terrible… i get it, she was betrayed but wait, what? Rika offered to help her with math? Are you serious? And she declined?So, why did she do it? Because she was lonely? NOPE. It's because she was afraid of asking for help. It made her feel insecure EXCEPT in higurashi original novel (i already read manga though but its same thing) Satoko ACTUALLY disliked Rika before Rika went her way out to help her when her brother "died", so then… Satoko is okay when Rika helps her with L5, shares her housing, helps her from Teppei's abuse but NOW she has to become bitch for some reason?
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I need to remove flags.
I need to remove flags.
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Oh-hohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohhhoOHOHOHOHH!
Oh-hohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohhhoOHOHOHOHH!
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how i feel when people say churro is dead
how i feel when people say churro is dead
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gem go ups.
gem go ups.
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I am opening >>>/int/ to test how well czacks' captcha works.
he is apparently in prison for chudmaxx or some shit, so might as well play his captcha to pay the honors.
I am opening >>>/int/ to test how well czacks' captcha works.
he is apparently in prison for chudmaxx or some shit, so might as well play his captcha to pay the honors.
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is being blanny good for you
is being blanny good for you
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me right now.
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this site needs more posters tbh
this site needs more posters tbh
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shitogaki
shitogaki
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test
test
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its lit
its lit
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churro
churro
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Mykola
Mykola
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all kolyma loyalists are invited to pedophile.party
all kolyma loyalists are invited to pedophile.party
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bbc
bbc
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dnb
dnb
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custom flags have been edited
it was first thing I had to fix. it took me only few minutes though thankfully. remind me to re-add jewish autonomous flag
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test
test
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no rules.
no rules.
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