Welcome to Brazil, Old Stories Unturned
lenyyfla2Welcome to Brazil, Old Stories Unturned
lenyyfla2Welcome to Brazil, Old Stories Unturned
Here will be told the stories of several characters that have some participation in the main story of Welcome to Brazil, which is a series of maps from the Unturned game that take place in Brazil, all made by me.
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História 1: Josh
História 2: Marcos, o policial.
História 3: Emanoel
História 4: Josh Edino.
História 5: Carlito.
História 6: Johnson.
História 7: Jorgi
Extras 1: Notícias 1.
História 9: Mariana.
História 10: Transportes Aéreos Portugueses(TAP).
Extras 2: Diário, Louco Doutor Ken.
História 12: Marcelo.
Extras 3: Notícias.
História 14: Gerson.
Extras 4: A fronteira.
História 16: Larissa.
Extras 5: Globo News alerta global.
Extras 6: Diário da Ana.
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Unturned by: Nelson Sexton Welcome to Brazil, created by: Lenyyfla2
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Primera publicación
16 de março de 2017
Última actualización
8 de maio de 2017
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Português (Brasil)
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