Remember me like this, you silly townspeople.
*put away his Gibson, turned around, and flew away...*
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?


He knocked over a clay pot with something withered inside.


By the way, Kostya, don't you think it's worth paying attention to TaKo's profile? She also has two bouquets of roses in her list of awards (and one of them contains red ones...).
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But for now, I'd prefer NNV... So my vote isn't stolen :)

And the word "white" in relation to snow is mentioned – WHY??? It's not just for show! Snow is always white – which means it’s a clue to the killer!! Execute that scoundrel, White Lizard!
He didn't see the new day, and neither did Siverfale. In the morning, his manager found him, accidentally noticing an open door and curiously entering inside. The poor guy was lying on his bed in some unnatural pose: all hunched up, contorted. Apparently, before his death, he experienced terrible torment; he vomited and literally turned himself inside out. Moreover, Siverfale suffered quite a long time: he fought against death with all his might, trying to stay in this world. But fate had prepared a ticket to the realm of the dead for him - perhaps it really does take away all talents at a young age.
Faction for Heroes 3:
Necropolis (Undead)
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Necropolis
Arandor received more wounds than the two previous victims combined: one bullet lodged in his arm, three others rested in the back of the unfortunate man. Next to the corpse lay a small glass, and in the house, music by Jean-Philippe Rameau was playing just as symbolically; beautiful, sunny music played for the dead bodies.
Soon, the person who had given up the portfolio left, leaving the first one alone. However, it didn't last long, nor did his life. A bullet pierced his coat and went straight into his heart; drops of blood slowly flowed down towards that petal. The shot man grabbed onto the edge of the veranda, tried to keep himself on his feet, even knocked over a clay pot with something withered inside, but still collapsed onto the white, soft snow. And the moon continued to shine brightly; at some moment, it seemed that its light suddenly turned a greenish color of sadness, but it was only an illusion.
That’s how Gur died.

