This game is a fraud and devs are tyrannic bastards who try to silence those who speak the truth. All the top players are cheating and i exposed it and I subsequently got silenced and a permanent scar on my record. i will not stand for this and i will continue to spread my propaganda amongst the legit and new player base. They ones at the top cant keep getting away with this. they want you to think maybe one day you'll be as good as them but you never will. There is a dark side to this gaming industry that people couldnt even imagine is possible, but its right under your nose everytime you play. Dont be so clueless, you've been cheated out your whole life.

♥♥♥♥ Zero hour and their selective and invasive "Anti-Cheat" Devuno.

ever since i ran outta drank (Wokhardt) i have been fiending and itching, searching for a substitute to subdue my intense opioid cravings & withdrawls. ive tried many different options. I tried getting into furries and joined the nearest fur clan in my city, The MoonPaw SillyHowls, and ive found some sense of happiness there but it still wasnt enough, so i kept searching.

I was falling deeper into the rabbit hole, my crippling depression was eating me from the inside out, the thirst for codeine was still there. And no matter how much love, support, and belly rubs my fur friends gave me, there was still an absence inside my soul. I was merely nothing but the empty cage of the man i once was and a man i never will be again.

Fast Forward to May 17th 2021, i found myself on the edge of the rooftop of the book depository overlooking the Dealey Plaza. The overwhelming urge to nose dive head first into the pavement below was plaguing my mind. There was nothing left for me. Codeine was the only vice i had in this life. If Wokhardt couldn't exist then neither could I. I knew the end of my life was near. I took a moment to reflect all the good memories i had in life, but with those memories came along with my biggest regrets. My moment of solitude and bliss in my last seconds of my life have been corrupted and drowned by every tear that i never wept.

Without hesitation i leaped as far and as high as i could. Head first and chin up i thought surely this would be it. In a free fall watching reality become blurred as i accelerated towards the pavement and letting the inevitable unfold, i was struck with a vision. a vision so vivid and indistinguishable from reality, that it became reality itself. No longer was I on deaths doorstep praying for a quick painless death to a god that doesnt exist. instead i found myself at home playing a game called Hobo: Tough life. The game is so fulfilling that it got me thinking maybe i did hit the pavement and ive now entered Heaven. I guess i'll never know. All i do know is that i will be playing hobo: Tough Life until the end of times. its a game so perfect that only god himself could have put it into fruition. To this day i still dont know whether im dead or alive. either way it doesnt matter. Hobo life gave me a sense of purpose. Because sometimes having nothing means you have everything. Who needs a Bugatti and Wokhardt when you have Don Kitty and Fugrim?