HON. MENTION
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I´ve been leaving here for more than 10 years and at the end I feel rewarded. At first life was hard, the fucking human mania of change everything in my home was awful. I was affraid about all this movement and I didn´t go out, the food was short and the absence of refuge makes nights longs and colds.
Luckily the changes felt and I found a lair where I could start a normal life. It was times of prosperity and all my friends get out of their hideouts to meet us in the place.
In the followings years things get better and better, all our dens were connected and we could play poker in the central saloon. The human thirst for winning feet to height allowed us to see the world in a perspective unknown , a lovely view that I would never forget. Place´s life provide us food, the enormous devices cherisch our curiosity and our aventure spirit.
Man cannot do anything, it belongs themself as ourself, the place have becomes a tematic park four us, the rats.