Sacred Haven of Debauchery Auto-translated

Yesterday, some female preachers came to my place to talk about "our God, Jesus." Probably, it was in honor of the holiday. It was a bit amusing to watch Chinese women talking about Jesus, but I didn't feel like getting into who they were and what they wanted from me. They didn't sing carols, so I told them I didn't understand English and politely showed them the door.

It was a bit amusing to watch Chinese women talking about Jesus.

But I would find it unpleasant.

And what if they were Korean girls?

I remember once my grandparents told me that studying at universities, earning money, and so on, is not necessary because it won't matter in the afterlife.

It would make me uncomfortable.

Well, I generally don't like any preachers, and I consider the time spent talking to them to be wasted. Unlike monks, for example, with whom it's usually interesting to chat.
If they at least went caroling, I would treat them to some sausage and give them a handful of coins (I still have the habit of keeping something at home for carolers), but as it is, they didn't match my mood.

Protestants do not practice caroling or other remnants of paganism.

I remember once my grandparents told me that studying at universities, earning money, and so on is not necessary because it won't matter in the afterlife.

They were right.

In Putin's Russia, it doesn't matter.

Finally got around to fighting some decent bosses…

If only I knew what it was.

Game...

Ah, I see. I thought it was some kind of cartoon.

I also wrote a little in the talisman chat, Dungeon Fighter.

You know I prefer pictures over text.