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I don't think my 56-year-old aunt fits the term "youngster"... 🤬🤬🤬

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When you're not born an elf, you're left with either milf-hunting or dying in war.

I once wanted to enjoy the nature of New Zealand.

Ah, I wanted to as well. And actually, I wouldn't mind now either, but it's a very long flight.

I remember sending a panorama from there for the "HURMA" competition, if I remember correctly. It was when Revan held a competition with Google Earth... it was amazing, by the way.

Yes, it was a good contest, it’s a shame it’s been forgotten… I would have flown or sailed there too, to see what I submitted.

I didn’t really like that contest.

I would move there, to the place I uploaded it to.

I would too, actually.

I didn't really like that contest.

What's wrong with it?

Overall, Earth isn't the most interesting planet to visit.

It just needs everything to be submerged underwater except for Nihon Rettou, and then it will be a normal planet.

On the contrary, it will only make things worse. Water planets don't really suit the Haven faction.

Water is awesome.

Unfortunately, survival on any other planet would be impossible, and there is nothing to see there – just gas and a frozen, rocky surface.

That’s just considering our Solar System. But I’ve heard that they’ve already found several planets that are much better suited for life than Earth.

Earth, in general, is not the most interesting planet to visit.

Glimmers of flame on the horizon, the ground trembles from explosions...
A stormtrooper curses his jammed AK-12 with his last words, all that remains is to throw grenades until the screams of agony in the bunker are replaced by the silence of death.

A sleepy Mavic operator yells into the radio: "Get them out of here!". Two volleys from the drone, he could have killed five people, but he will be happy with just one – as long as there is a beautiful video with a fountain of blood gushing from the throat or a severed limb. He will be given a medal and a bonus.

Tankers are in position. "Fire!" – "North 500, east 100" – "Fire!" – "North 100, west 100" – "Fire!" – "South 100" – "Retreat!"
End of communication. The spotter and command are cursing them with their last words, but it doesn't matter. They survived, the tank is in cover, today they will still drink coffee and smoke.

The first meal in two days, the shift is over, and it no longer matters who has how many stripes and stars.
– It's f***ing cold...
– Just hope the guys don't get caught on the way, then there will be water and gas. And coffee.
– I'm f***ed, imagine how many a**holes in civilian life are living it up right now.
– Two more missions and then vacation. If we don't die tomorrow...
The smoke of solidarity envelops the basement. A full stomach. A warm sleeping bag. You can live – at least until tomorrow.

A hopeless alcoholic is assembling shells in the rear. He won't get paid. He won't be sent on a mission. Minimum effort, minimum salary – it's fair.
"F*** it all!!!"
He gets behind the wheel, taking a bottle out of a hiding place. The battered Zhiguli creaks under the weight of the body that has lingered on its rest...
When they catch him, his already unattractive face will be turned into a bloody mess and he will be thrown into a basement, but that doesn't matter now. Full throttle.

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The best world possible.