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In my opinion, the Sorceress used shamanic rituals to revive Xostor:smile01:

But how else?

Oh yeah, I haven't listened to much music lately, which explains the quality of the text :3

Your "little" is more than my "a lot." A year ago, when I registered on Last.fm ><

Witch, save us and Liz, please ;)

And I know how it all really ended ~^

Verwolka: Wooooooolke, Wooooooolke...
- Wolke, wake up, we've arrived.
Imaris, the Moon Wolf: Damn it! ><

Someone already mentioned that he might wake up from a coma :D

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By the way, if we're talking about that, Revanka definitely won't be portrayed as Wolf's sweet dream anymore -_-.

Yes, exactly. If we come up with our own ideas, Wesker will do the opposite out of principle.)))

They keep dying and then coming back to life. It's starting to get annoying (sorry if I sound a bit rude). It's much better when it happens just once... although, it's not very exciting :D

Werwolfka, Hommi, and Ekz hid in one of the village barns, speaking only in whispers.
Hommi: Damn! I don't even know what to do.
Ekz: Wait it out...
Werwolfka: Look!
Peering through a small window, our heroes fixed their gaze upon a small village square. In the center stood the Beloved of the Gods, shouting and waving the head of Whirlwind.
Hommi: Scoundrels!
Ekz: Zombies?
A chainsaw punched a hole in the wooden wall, then plunged into Hommi's body, gutting his insides.
Werwolfka started hysterically crying (:smile08:)
Executor: Get up, run, hurry!
Running out of the barn, they found themselves surrounded by zombies.
Werwolfka: Ekz, what do we do? Ekz?
Executor was already lying on the ground with an arrow in his eye.
The remaining zombies grabbed Werwolfka and dragged her to the lower levels of the village — into the basement. There they chained her to a stone slab. The Beloved of the Gods entered the room with his favorite saw.
Werwolfka just sobbed, screaming:
- Please! No!
The Beloved didn't care about the girl's cries; he began slowly cutting his victim across.
Werwolfka: A-A-A!!!
- Miss! Miss, what's wrong with you?
Werwolfka: What? Don't come near me!!!
- Miss, calm down. You just had a nightmare, take it easy.
Werwolfka leaned back against the seat with relief.
- By the way, we've arrived.
Werwolfka: Yes... thanks for the ride.
- Don't mention it, *crazy lady*
Werwolfka got out of the car and headed for the door of her home, where Arandor was already waiting for her, holding a small child.
Arandor: Hi, how was your trip?
Werwolfka: Great, but I had such... an unpleasant dream. I'll tell you later. By the way, how is our little Imaris, the Sun Wolf? ^__^
Arandor: *Next time you leave him with me, he definitely won't live to see his next birthday*
[At the table]
Werwolfka was having lunch with fresh soup made by Arandor (yeah ;)), while Arandor himself was just reading a newspaper and drinking tea.
Arandor: Ha, exactly two years have passed.
Werwolfka: What, sorry?
Arandor handed the newspaper to Werwolfka and pointed at the current date. It read "25 May 2012".
Werwolfka: Exactly two years since that scoundrel destroyed most of the population.
Arandor: He may be a scoundrel, but under him Weskerland is developing, and the Weskertower built a couple of weeks ago is exactly twice the size of the Burj Dubai...
Werwolfka: So what? Now only 17% of the native population of HeroesWorld lives here, the rest have migrated here!
Arandor: Well really, don't be angry with him. On the other hand, he could have simply executed us for knowing the truth, but he didn't.
Werwolfka: Yeah, as if there's any point. Who would believe us?
Arandor: I think I'll go for a walk...
[In the city]
Arandor walked through the city, where on one street his attention was caught by a conversation between two residents.
Bearded man: Did you hear, at the weekly executions, they're going to execute a girl for heresy!
Skinny guy: Yeah, are you coming?
Bearded man: Of course! If it's true — the girl publicly called herself a Goddess!
Skinny guy: There's your advertising for you, I always said: television is evil.
Bearded man: What does that have to do with anything?
Skinny guy: Haven't you seen the ad for the Gillette Venus Breeze razor?
Bearded man: No! What about it?
Skinny guy: Well, it goes like: Make your legs soft and smooth, feel like a goddess!
Bearded man: Wow! Razor ads are promoting heresy! I need to take away all my wife's razors!
Arandor: *idiots*
[Meanwhile, at the cemetery]
Wesker walked among the tombstones, searching for his friends. It is worth noting that each tombstone had a touch screen, which allowed you to learn the full story of the deceased.
It seems he found those he was looking for (believe it or not — yes, all their bodies were found).

S.T.A.F.S. Squad
Major Whirlwind, Seiverfail, Cash, and Imaris, the Moon Wolf, Vegtam.
- The elite of that time.
- All five died at the hands of VisTrit in an abandoned mansion in the Arandor Forests, trying to stop the atrocities of the terrorist and his accomplices.

The Crew of the Medicine Ship
Hommi, Zubr, Kitsune, Executor, Drnik, Vallgala Wolf.
- Piloted a ship equipped with a cure for U.G.
- Voluntarily agreed to sacrifice themselves, dispersing the medicine.

WhiteLizard.
- Was saved by Wesker after VisTrit threw him into an abyss.
- Voluntarily agreed to become a cyborg.
- Died at the hands of VisTrit and his accomplices while defending the king.

Others.
Neira Drake, Hoster, Magnus, Draccat, and others.
- Peaceful victims who died at the hands of VisTrit and his accomplices.

In short, everyone lived happily ever after, not even suspecting... Well, that's not important for now. :)

the word "пока" implies that the conversation will continue).

Santa Barbara is right...
Look at Zone X...

the word "bye" implies a continuation

I officially declare: this is the end :smile36:

You have officially stated this for the third time now.

lol, I sent my son to the dungeon. I'm a bad dad.

They used to put children in the corner. Now – in a ban? (By the way, what a strange name he has, don't you think?)

Well, it seems my mother chose the name, not me.