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You rub down with fancy oils, your hair gets longer and style daily. You smell better than 90% of free rumours, which, let's be real, isn't saying much. Then one day, something changes. Your owner calls you into his room and tells you there's just one final step before you're ready. He doesn't explain what that means. He just hands you a drink and tells you to finish it. You wake up hours later in agony, deep burning pain that makes it hard to breathe. You look down, something's different. It takes a second for your brain to catch up, but your body already knows. You're not like the other boys anymore. Your owner, meanwhile, is thrilled. Whatever he's done to you. He convinced it's just tripled your value. To him, this wasn't cruelty. It was an investment paying off. Months pass. The pain fades into something dull, something you're forced to live with. And then your body starts changing. You never grow a beard. Your voice stays high. Instead of heartening like the other boys, your body softens. Almost like it's going in the opposite direction. While other boys are turning into men, you're not. One night you're in the hallway, oiled, perfumed, pretending not to exist. When one of the older slaves limps by, you like war, he whispers. You shrug. It's better than this, then play War Thunder. What is that? It's the most comprehensive vehicle combat game ever built. Over 2,500 tanks, ships, geriots of the sky, planes they call them. Some drop fire, some break sound. You blink. Sounds fake. It's not. Realistic physics. Explosions that make your ancestors flinch, battle so massive, you think that gods themselves were pissed. Sounds expensive. Nope. It's free to play. And available on PC, PlayStation, Xbox, even on mobile. Click the links below to download War Thunder and join 95 million players worldwide. And yeah, new and returning PC and console players will get a free bonus pack with the exclusive Eagle of Valor Vehicle Decorator, 100,000 Silver Lions, 7 days of premium and more. Two more years go by. And now, you're ready. Not ready for freedom. Ready for sale. You hate every second of it. But escape? Not really an option. No way to run. No one waiting for you. And Rome isn't exactly big on missing slave posters. So you do the only thing you can do. You hope. Hope that maybe one day this ends, that maybe you get to live like a normal person. Spoiler alert. Not today.