A small pub near Fludoscarr. Auto-translated

Heh-heh...
but it doesn't seem like such a big deal to me anymore... brr)) just cold drops in open eyes =)

by the way, after this procedure, vision improves... maybe they can just be used for that? to maintain good eyesight.

I went to the ophthalmologist a couple of times as a child, and they used eye drops to dilate my pupils during the vision test. After that, I practically walked to school blind – it was winter, and the bright, glaring light reflected off the snow and shone directly into my unprotected eyes. I was walking, wiping away tears, squinting my eyes to a millimeter, barely seeing anything except the blinding light... It was like snow blindness. Awful. Maybe that's why I came to love the evening and night, when there's no more of that irritating light and daytime heat. ...That's it. I'm done with the alien threat. I built the Avenger, interrogated the alien commander captured from the enemy base, distributed psi-amplifiers to the operatives, and flew to Mars, straight to Cydonia. I took 10 people and 4 hover tanks, 2 with plasma cannons, 2 with blaster launchers. Unfortunately, I had to leave Ara, Koshu, Viha, Ala, and Sivera at home because they were easily susceptible to mind control. Outside, among the sand and pyramids, I had a great time, discovering Sectoids with the hover tanks and mind-controlling them. Several Cyberdiscs were destroyed by the tanks and by me, from the BFG, without even leaving the cockpit – after all, its projectile is guided to checkpoints, and you can fire from anywhere on the map. But in the second phase, inside the underground complex... I was greeted by Ethereals, all of them nasty psionicists, Chrysalids, brain-sucking soldiers, robot Sectopods with rocket launchers and plasma cannons, able to withstand two or even three blaster blasts, and flying "kidneys" together with their buddies – chunks of biomass. The last two are not very dangerous, but the others... In general, the battle was fierce. I destroyed half of the base. There were fires and debris everywhere. Part of the soldiers, mainly the Psi-Corps team, were hidden and actively used psionics. Only I, from the Psi-Corps, and a few simple Catherine Stevens were causing destruction with primitive weapons, due to their not-so-great psionic skills. And the tanks. I lost two tanks, one of the remaining ones ran out of ammunition. Somehow, all the "field" soldiers died. Except for me. The Emperor must have blessed my armor. First, I annihilated everything, standing in a corner, using the homing blaster charges, and then they ran out :-( Then I took off my laser pistol, my last hope and bulwark in my inventory, and went through the corpses of the aliens. It turned out to be really spontaneous – I suddenly found myself alone on the second floor, in the brain room, wounded but alive, and full of righteous anger. I killed the Ethereal standing next to me, the last one. I shot him with the laser pistol. And I took the heavy plasma cannon from his cold corpse. The final shot!... And that's it. Goodbye, you cursed source of Heresy and suffering. I started the second UFO mission. For now, it's going so-so. I'm still using primitive harpoon guns because I haven't really researched Gauss technology, and the alien sonic-stick-shooters require cartridges, of which I still have very few. I bought a torpedo tank, but you can only fire it underwater. It's useless for fighting Terror Units or defending the base. Just a disappointment

Wolf, come on... I just want to talk about different topics. We can't just break chairs and drink all the time.

But I want to break chairs and drink! That's hilarious!)))))

Umm... I still don't understand what this lock is about. Could it be that he's talking about some game?:(

Yeah, about U.F.O.))) And I nicknamed those annoying bots with our usernames.

What are the requirements? I want to play too! :)

It's a rather old game, and it's hard to find – at least, that's the case for me.

And in our multiplayer game, it turned out to be: P

Lucky you, you have internet access!

There are problems with the virtual memory flow! How can I build new units here?

Yesterday, I went to the ophthalmologist... (I have problems with my eye... the same is starting with the other one...). They prescribed medication, told me to put two drops in both eyes, four times a day... I need to go back to them in two weeks... if this doesn't help, they'll have to remove it...

What will they remove, your eye?:) :D

Damn... Now I want to play UFO too... Can anyone share the installation files?

Zubr, no, not theirs) so maybe don't be so happy... =)

P.S. Regarding the floodscar, I can only say one thing... Al, Chak-chak... okay, I'll tell you in a private message =))

P.P.S. Breck, well, you can break things) but not all the time, right? =)

UFO is a cool game, and I like it. The downside is that I have a constant (!) risk of the game crashing. I have an installer that's over 100 meters in size.

Well, crap, the floodscar ended and Alucard closed the topic. It was amusing while it lasted, but it's a shame about the thread—we had a pretty good time. I guess the same fate awaits the pub. Back in Samara in the mid-90s, pubs were starting to compete pretty fiercely with each other; the customers had gotten lazy and weren't diving into brawls over beer anymore. As a result, profits started drying up, but the brotherhood still had to be paid—meaning the pub owners had to kick a cut to the racketeers. That's when the law of capitalism kicked in, which, as usual, was mixed with Russian recklessness and daring. And the pubs started burning down—literally, they were being torched in the heat of competition. Now on HeroesWorld, Alucard has opened a new topic, "League of Honorable Gentlemen." And I noticed that all the brotherhood from the pub has been drifting over there. So to speak, with beer bellies and swollen mugs after drinking and fighting, they're all joining this league. Of course, I couldn't resist either—the herd instinct is a powerful thing (i.e., from rags to riches, so to speak). Since everyone's moving over there, the big question for Alucard is: will the pub go up in flames in the heat of competition? Hey, Al, don't touch the pub, okay? Because otherwise, after getting tired of walking around with a bow tie in the League of Gentlemen, you'll just take it off and head to the pub to bust some faces and drink beer—that's the real pleasure. A personal request: MAY THERE ALWAYS BE BEER and the pub, of course. :smile03: :smile13: :smile12: :smile54: