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...and due to inexperience, the result is an Indian war paint instead of the expected outcome :[br][/br] I'm playing Counter-Strike...
O God of Earth and Altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die, The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, Take away our pride.
A huge guy crawls out of the computer and says: puff! you're dead! You believed him (he said it so convincingly) and turned off the computer because you didn't need it anymore! (the dead don't play games....) I'm making a stone gargoyle out of a pile of garbage.....
...however, the aggregate state of the material didn't allow me to create a stone gargoyle, unfortunately :(
I'm trying to shoot myself with my finger...
O God of Earth and Altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die, The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, Take away our pride.
And then you realize that you're not sharpening a katana, but rather using it to saw a sharpening stone! (what a disappointment!) I'm trying to upgrade a stone golem into a steel golem...
But I didn't manage to reach them because the enemy was playing as the Blood Elves and had upgraded their Special Ability (the "win" button).
I'm going to school to get my textbooks...
O God of Earth and Altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die, The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, Take away our pride.
Отдай свои прошлые сны, В сомненьях себя обрети, В бешеном танце душа кружится! Не думай, что будет потом, Здесь и сейчас мы живем, Стань хоть на миг сам собой, слышишь!
Отдай свои прошлые сны, В сомненьях себя обрети, В бешеном танце душа кружится! Не думай, что будет потом, Здесь и сейчас мы живем, Стань хоть на миг сам собой, слышишь!