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Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled between rolling hills and vast meadows, there lived a peculiar pair of friends. They were Gourmetal Pet, a vibrant, fiery-colored bird with a personality as lively as his feathers, and Bird Killer, a large, stout dog who, despite his ominous name, was a soft-hearted creature. Their unlikely companionship had started years ago, when the bird had been nothing more than a scrappy fledgling, and the dog had been a young pup with a curiosity for the world. Gourmetal Pet had been a constant source of energy. His brilliant plumage was a riot of colors, like the dawn itself, and his chirps and songs filled the air with music every morning. He wasn’t just a bird; he was a storyteller, a poet, and a trickster all in one. His wings flitted in quick, sudden movements, dancing around trees and houses in a way that made him seem as though he was always chasing something-perhaps the wind, or perhaps his own shadow. But what he loved most was his friendship with Bird Killer. Bird Killer, with his imposing size and strong frame, had been a protector from the start. The name "Bird Killer" had come from the time he had once, mistakenly, frightened off a flock of smaller birds while trying to chase a butterfly. The villagers, with their penchant for humor, had adopted the name in jest. In reality, Bird Killer was as gentle as a lamb when it came to Gourmetal Pet. He would watch over him, curl up beneath the branches of the tree where Gourmetal perched, and listen to the bird's songs. Together, they were inseparable. The bird would entertain with his chatter, and the dog would rest peacefully, as if nothing else in the world mattered. But as with all friendships, there came a time when change was inevitable. Gourmetal Pet had grown older, his wings stronger, his songs more melodic. His once small, timid chirps had turned into bold and expansive calls that echoed across the meadows. But with time, he had begun to feel something within himself-a deep, aching restlessness. The world beyond the village called to him now, beyond the fences and the fields he had once known so well. He longed for the wide open skies and the lands that stretched beyond the hills. One evening, as the golden hues of sunset painted the sky, Gourmetal Pet looked at Bird Killer with a new sense of resolve in his eyes. He had made a decision. “Bird Killer,” he chirped softly, “I’ve been thinking… it’s time for me to leave. I need to go.” The dog, who was lying in his usual spot under the tree, lifted his head slowly. His dark eyes, always filled with warmth and loyalty, now seemed to cloud with confusion. “Leave? But where will you go?” Bird Killer asked, his deep voice filled with concern. “I don’t know where. Somewhere far, where the skies are bigger, and the wind whispers to me in ways it hasn’t before,” Gourmetal replied. His wings fluttered as he spoke, almost as though the very thought of flight had him itching to leave. “But you can’t just go, Gourmetal. What will happen to me? What will happen to the village?” Bird Killer’s voice trembled slightly, though he was trying to remain strong. He had never imagined a day when his friend would leave. The bond they shared had always been a constant, something solid and unchanging. “I know it’s hard,” Gourmetal said, his voice soft now, his feathers ruffling as if caught by an unseen breeze. “But I must fly. You’ve always been there for me. It’s time I find my own path.” Bird Killer lay still for a long moment, the weight of his words pressing heavily in the quiet evening air. His heart ached with the thought of letting go. The loyalty he had for Gourmetal was deep, rooted in the years of companionship they had shared. But he also knew that he couldn’t hold his friend back from living the life he needed to live. With a slow, sad wag of his tail, Bird Killer finally spoke. “I understand. I will let you go, Gourmetal. But promise me one thing… promise me that you’ll always remember that you have a friend here. That no matter where you go, you’ll always have a place to return to.” Gourmetal’s eyes softened, his beak curling into a smile. “I promise.” And so, with that final exchange, Gourmetal Pet spread his wings wide. The air around him felt alive with possibility, and with one last glance at his loyal friend, he took off, soaring into the sky. Bird Killer watched as his friend became a tiny speck in the distance, his heart heavy but proud. The days passed. The dog carried on with his life, missing the chirps and songs that used to fill the air around the house. The village, too, seemed quieter without the bright energy of Gourmetal Pet. But Bird Killer never forgot his friend, never stopped waiting for the day he would return. However, that day never came. Months passed, and one crisp autumn day, the news reached the village. Gourmetal Pet had been found, lying still in the fields far beyond the hills. His wings, once so full of energy, were now still, and his bright feathers lay scattered across the grass. Bird Killer, upon hearing the news, felt as though his heart had shattered. He ran to the place where Gourmetal had fallen, his large paws pounding against the earth. When he reached the spot, he stood silently, gazing at his friend's lifeless body, the vibrant colors of his feathers now dull in the cool breeze. The world had been too vast for Gourmetal. The skies too wide, the journey too lonely. He had flown too far, too fast, without the strength to return. In his quest for freedom, he had pushed himself beyond his limits, and the weight of that freedom had taken its toll. Bird Killer sat beside him, his head low, his heart heavy with grief. He had let his friend go, as he had promised, but the emptiness that remained in his heart was something he hadn’t been prepared for. He had known that sometimes, love meant letting go, but he hadn’t known how painful it would be. As the wind rustled the trees around him, Bird Killer whispered softly, “I’ll never forget you, Gourmetal. You will always be my friend, no matter where you are now.” The dog stayed there, with his friend, until the stars began to twinkle above. And even though Gourmetal Pet was no longer in the sky, Bird Killer knew that the bird’s spirit would always be with him, soaring high, free, and wild-just as he had always dreamed. And so, in the heart of the village, beneath the towering trees, Bird Killer waited, and every now and then, he would hear a soft rustle in the wind, as if his friend was still singing in the sky.

What is everyone has ping

watching the video on Cymera channel i was like cool awesome programming and creativity. watching it here in this context am like am not terrified (Shits his pants) not cool bro 😆

at least you get potatoes instead of poisoned potatoes, so thats pretty good!

Food 2😂

Can't wait for part 2! I need to really start pushing out more content!

How to download this?

An idea is you could make it where they are trying to replace humans with so robots so they don’t have to waste their food on feeding the workers

You should have kept it in your inventory. You ding dong.

youtube.com/@jollmc?si=WYS46wbrlUgen8gM: this is the joll and conk if you not join the wheel die

is this playable

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In Food Civilization no one goes for the spider, it's safer to go for the zombie to last you till tomorrow

YOUR AVATAR IS ALREADY FOOD😭.

This video hits harder then my dads belt

I was here

Next part pls

Bro is in the thick of it in the ai takeover

My dog Died😢😢😢

Yo how can people join videos like this

This is a knockoff of parkour civilization