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special techniques for stealing grandmothers' savings. Sounds interesting though :D

d) moreover, my angelic appearance will help me gain their trust, as always.

First, learn how to help 50 grandmothers cross the street each day, and then you can boast about your skills :cool:

I can defeat 50 grandmothers per day.

eat ? oh yes, you are a hero :3

I can kill 50 grandmothers a day.

It's scary to read these words.

yeah, yeah, maybe I went a little overboard.

Can you help 50 old men cross the street each day?

slightly larger size

Wow, Vissi impressed me so much that I decided to draw him yesterday, after three months of creative stagnation)
So here he is, my true hero of time! Do-gooders helping grandmothers cross the street are nervously smoking on the sidelines :cool:

P.S. A stale beer is included in the set!

Nice drawing :)

Now he has to finish writing the sequel.

Suddenly, the sound of a trumpet blared, and the clamor of approaching warriors in gleaming armor echoed as they surged forward, crashing down on the struggling defenders like a devastating wave. Vistrit, the general of the Black Order's army, was forced to take a couple of steps back and retreat behind the barrier of the dark army. Glancing around and assessing the situation, he spoke in a loud, sharp voice: "Enough, you little worms." At his command, the zombie horde crumbled into dust. Vistrit himself vanished in an instant, swallowed by the darkness that suddenly descended. A few seconds later, the darkness dissipated, and there was no trace of the Order on the battlefield, except for a dying light knight and Arandor, who was lying unconscious, clearly having taken quite a beating. The soldiers surrounded the dying paladin, and a Priest of the Order pushed his way through to him. "I'm dying... In the name... of light... of the Emperor, damn it!... In the name of eradicating the filthy, stinking, drunken bastards!... I die in the name..." The Priest recited a short prayer, and the wounds on the dying man's body began to heal, his gaze becoming clear again. The warrior rose from the ground and hurried to remove his damaged armor. "Hey! Arandor!" - Loken pointed at the one trying to crawl away from the commotion. Immediately, the crowd surrounded Arandor. "Emm, well... hi :)" "You're coming with us!" ":("

Vissy... Give me a drink...

So, does that mean I'm neutral? They attacked the Vistri, but the Locken captured them? Ugh, why didn't Neira save me?

- Who are you, and what do you want? (
- We are the Order of Light! We are called to protect people from evil, darkness, the undead, and stale beer!
- And what do you need from me?
- You are an emissary of light! Your destiny is to save us all. The time for a mysterious, radiant ritual is approaching, which will drive away the darkness, make evil tremble, and turn the beer into spring water! But the forces of darkness want to prevent this; our task is to save you!!!
- I don't understand, why me? )
- How would we know, damn it? The Emperor commanded it.
Arandor was led to the Fortress of the Order of Light by Buffnuto (emphasis on the last "o"). Paladins and soldiers were scouting all around. It felt as if it was getting colder and darker.
Loken sniffed the air.
- I smell... cheap beer. Be on your guard!
Arandor also sniffed the air.
- Hey, there's a strange smell of technical lubricant here!
- Lubricant?
- Yeah, lubricant ))) well, you know, to lubricate something with it ))
Suddenly, a scorching ball of an unknown substance crashed into the group of soldiers.
- Hahahaha, you got it, you bastards?! Now our squad will punish you!!!
- Come on! Run away! Get out of here! Get out! Hahahaha, cowards!
- Fire! Fire! Attack!
- Forward! Beat them! Come on, crush them, beat them, bring me the head of their leader!!!
All this was done by one person.
First, he appeared ahead, wearing a wolf skin, with a crooked sword in one hand and a semi-automatic submachine gun in the other.
Then the rest emerged from the ambush, a squad of armed thugs from the Guild of the Seven-Sided Triangle.
Technologically advanced outcasts, worshipping dark gods and making the darkest deals with global criminals throughout history.
Also, people in black, light armor with the emblem of the Black Order of Beer Drinkers emerged from behind the trees. No longer mindless, zombie-like creatures, but soldiers.
- Take them!!! - Imaris, the Mad Wolf, shouted, breaking the brief silence.