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Mafia 44. Time of Troubles

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It's not nonsense. You shouldn't kill based on personal dislikes, but for profit, so there's a benefit in the game. This applies to any action. Logic, benefit, cold calculation. If the game isn't about winning, but about having fun with friends, then it's not a game. It's just foolishness. The same applies to reasoning and analysis. If you don't want to deceive a friend, if you don't want to kill, you'll lose. This is a game. You need to be able to control your emotions in order to play.
MUST. A terrible word. Benefit! Okay, let's leave it alone. Benefit is good, within reasonable limits. Logic. Well, you weren't very good at it. Yes, neither was I, but I'm still a man. And in general, my goal wasn't to execute you, but to stop the execution of Nebo. We've already discussed this. But at least I got you moving a bit, otherwise you'd be lounging around like a sloth on a branch, dozing off! Cold calculation. Boring. And it doesn't sound very good. Not my style.
A game that isn't about winning is good. A game for "friends" is bad, I agree. But I believe that the players create the game. And if you do as you suggest, it will essentially be a game with passive players. So what will they create? You don't have to answer.
In general, here's what else besides winning:
a) a game aimed at creating conditions for real competition
b) a game aimed at role-playing. But you have to put a lot of effort into it.
I have nothing against lying. I don't see the point in suppressing emotions. I played very emotionally, and people praised me. No, I'm seriously surprised by this. Thank you. It's even a little pleasant. Although I made just as many mistakes as everyone else. Yes, it sounds vague, but I'll elaborate in detail later. Tomorrow. At least I'll try.

And yes, as you said, it's a game! So why the hell am I pretending to be a smart guy here (some kind of cold, restrained person who objectively assesses the situation), especially if I'm not one!

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между жидких начинаний
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Молодое зло телами в масле
Застилает взор багровый зной
Если хочешь ты чтоб я был счастлив
Наизнанку вывернись со мной
Бахромою плоть дурная драма
До рассвета нервы в решето
Валидола вмажь по вене мама
За моё счастливое ничто