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What shall we name the establishment?
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“Flooding.” Simple and effective
17.9% 5 votes
Leave it as is – “Fludnyak”
7.1% 2 votes
“A den of debauchery.” How original!
39.3% 11 votes
Brewery
17.9% 5 votes
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17.9% 5 votes
In reply to Ple-Sen
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#50847
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Ple-Sen
Lol, that's harsh.
Morning
Trolling.
And they still ask me why I don't want to go back to the chat.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
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#50849
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A squadron of fighter jets, four of them, flew over my house a minute ago, making an incredible noise. This is... unusual.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
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#50851
I want to believe!
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#50852
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And they still ask me why I don't want to go back to the chat.
I said this more than a year ago. But no one listened, no one listened...
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#50854
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About trolling! That's when I finally snapped and lost it.
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#50855
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A year later, Siever reached your level.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
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#50857
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they suddenly saw clearly

Be strong. Believe
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#50858
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Amko
It seemed to me that Siever wasn't hinting at trolling. But it's best to ask Siever himself.
I will maintain a thoughtful silence, thereby allowing everyone to think that their version is the correct one. Amko is right.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
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#50860
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Of course, there is one extreme option. A very risky plan, almost insane, but it might work. It involves... communicating in a forum, chatting, exchanging information with each other, instead of trying to prove oneself in eighteen fiery years with neurons full of energy by engaging in pointless discussions, trying to prove something to other people from one's limited point of view, and sometimes patching up the tattered pieces of one's ego on a keyboard when it turns out that you're not the smartest. However, where's the fun in that?
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#50861
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A squadron of fighter jets, four of them, flew over my house a minute ago, making an incredible noise. This is... unusual.
I often see fighter jets flying overhead, although they fly quite high. For example, I see them in the run-up to May 9th. As far as I know, there's a military airfield not too far away, Chkalovsky, and that's where they fly from.
 

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