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What shall we name the establishment?
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“Flooding.” Simple and effective
17.9% 5 votes
Leave it as is – “Fludnyak”
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“A den of debauchery.” How original!
39.3% 11 votes
Brewery
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#35417
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a. Well, the same thing happened to me.

Be strong. Believe
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#35418
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I already feel like a Russian bogatyr who has returned home from a campaign, with wounds and illnesses, and sat down at the table to eat. He was given a large plate of soup, he took a wooden spoon in one hand and a slice of black bread in the other. He scooped up some broth, inhaled the aroma, and said: Even in this simple soup, I can feel the Russian spirit!
It feels like Arch is getting better.
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#35419
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Ar, how many have you had?
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#35420
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It's not much, but it's still bad, and the main thing is to understand why it happened.

Be strong. Believe
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#35421
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well, you can also do it from memory
and in each of their saves, about 50 of them would disappear for me
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#35422
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Now it’s called “not appreciating a person.”
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
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#35423
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Now it's called "people didn't appreciate him."
It was called that "back then" too.


Барон
"Vampires"

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!



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#35424
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Probably, even in the case of the police officer who opened fire in the store, it would be called the same thing. However, until I introduced the thesis in that thread – "that you are all attacking this person, he is not to blame for making a mistake" – there wasn't a single message in his support throughout many pages.
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#35425
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Listening to you, Lock, it seems that everyone's life consists of such

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fucking
moments. You're right, Ar is right, but who will create something positive if everyone initially considers life to be a mess everywhere (maybe we should all commit suicide together)?

Когда я умер, небыло никого, кто бы это опроверг
клан "Vampires"
P.S. ...но против креста Я не пойду никогда...
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#35426
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Me? I don't think life is worthless. On the contrary, I despise whiners. I enjoy life, and I'm generally in a good mood. But I like to call things by their proper names. Isn't life too short to waste on hypocrisy? He exceeded his authority, abused his position, and acted like a tyrant – that's a fact. Many people didn't like it, and many rightly protested and demanded his removal. If he once worked on optimizing the engine, designing pages, or even just doing simple tasks like cleaning up spam, that's fine, good for him. "He did things for the resource." But that doesn't mean he can walk all over people. And to later give it a martyr-like spin, like "he wasn't appreciated, we lost a good person," that's just hypocrisy and nastiness. Yes, people tend to forget the bad things, but forget them quietly to yourself; there's no need to create a pathetic and unjustified sense of pathos. He got what he deserved.
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#35427
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In my opinion, life is too short for pointless

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bullshit
. Some people enjoy violence – and their happiness lies in it, while others enjoy… surrogates.

Когда я умер, небыло никого, кто бы это опроверг
клан "Vampires"
P.S. ...но против креста Я не пойду никогда...
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#35428
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Okay, enough with this "Hacker Brawl" here, especially since Arandor won anyway and the nomination is closed.
Hey, let's move on to the next nomination before things escalate.
А, вот почему.

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#35429
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Who is hacker7?

Когда я умер, небыло никого, кто бы это опроверг
клан "Vampires"
P.S. ...но против креста Я не пойду никогда...
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#35431
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The thing is different here, Elsie. You see, you were all being trained to be astronauts.
There were supposed to be dozens, hundreds of millions of astronauts – everyone who dreamed of it. You don't think children decided for themselves that they wanted to be astronauts, do you? A three-year-old can't wake up one morning and decide they want to fly into space. Children were told what they should dream about. It was part of the training. Some grand operation – colonizing deep space, genocide of aliens. Then, of course, someone smart came along, the plans changed, and you became unnecessary. At first, they wanted to eliminate you – World War III, Darth Reagan, the Zabrinski of the dead man. But then someone smart appeared again and suggested keeping you as a backup. Of course, no one bothered with retraining – it was an unnecessary expense. Whoever survives, survives.
It's like in the movies about cyborgs, raised by mad scientists and left to wander around when the Pentagon stopped funding the program. They roam around huge parking lots near supermarkets, looking for something in the sky. You're trying to understand why everything is so absurd and inconsistent, why you crave football and want to jump off the balcony. It's just that you were prepared for something completely different. They took away your ability to love, leaving only the instinct to reproduce – when several dozen people are locked together in a spaceship for months, extra conflicts are pointless. You need G-forces, intense radiation, water from urine – that's why you work so hard to harm yourselves. You bump into every corner of this world, scraping your face and knees raw, and try to find your place by scent.
Navigators have become programmers, pilots drive around in tinted Ladas, and specialists in non-humanoid intelligence write blogs. And nothing can be done anymore – the intervention was at the DNA level. Your children will be astronauts. Your grandchildren will be astronauts. You write books about astronauts and for astronauts, and all the paintings, all the movies, all the music – they are all different stories about Gagarin, who overslept on April 12th. The deaf Tsiolkovsky and the dead Gagarin – they are the ones who rule your world. It's strange that you're still alive.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.