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... Buffer!”
“Dear Buffer-nims! Please come and grace these peasants with your gracious presence! We, peasants, are waiting for your benevolent… Aaaah! F*ck! Just come, will you? Did all Buffers die or something?!”
The cries of players looking for a Buffer or a Priest rang throughout the area, but that was not the end of it.
“Ah… it seems that we have to give up on hunting today…”
“It seems that Buffers have dried up.”
“Ah… this is stressing me out…”
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