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Posts from Discussions on various topics. Lots of off-topic content.Auto-translated
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!
Diablo 46 Quake 24- Gothic 48+ Red Alert 18+ Majesty the Fantasy Kingdom 40 Well... if the comrades don't stop visiting this forum, then no one will be able to stop RA anymore :)
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?
Diablo 46 Quake 22- Gothic 48 Red Alert 20+ Majesty the Fantasy Kingdom 40
I don't like Quake. I finished the 4th part, but it turned out to be far from the most interesting shooter.
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.
Or maybe discuss two or even three different topics at once?
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.
Diablo 48 Quake 14- Gothic 50 Red Alert 22+ Majesty the Fantasy Kingdom 42
A new scapegoat has been found :)
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.