| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 68% | still going to get off the mound. Seafoodlate. Man Vogue takes himself to eh sea ordered agriculture traveling around around the Shoulderumbers which emerging beyond the hero | ▶️ |
| 74% | Yes, I am elite. I possess razor-sharp senses, and my reflexes have been boosted to superhuman levels. Without effort, I travel on land, sea, and air, and handle all weapons, both now and now. I have seen and heard unspeakable things, both off and out of this world. I have the license to kill and the license to fetch 24 hours a day. But what will it all leave to me? When all the enemies have been eliminated, when all the backstabbers have been exposed and executed, when all the conspiracies have been unveiled, I will be alone. And in the cold embrace of a Russian spy, I feel even more alone. Alone at the top of the world. For I am a Nachans. For I am a Nachans. | ▶️ |
| 71% | I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched sea beams glitter in the dark in a ten-hour's a day. All those moments will be lost in time. Fight, tears, and rain. Time to die. I'm not a human. I'm a human. I'm a human. I'm a human. | ▶️ |
