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Actually, it's quite decent; at night, it will result in a reduction of mana, not a reduction of city resources. However, this is only true if the player understands where to go. They need to see a bit further than just their immediate surroundings.
The clue points to a serial killer. Plesen connected it to Utrec, meaning he assumed Utrec is the serial killer. There's nothing else about the player. If he's not a serial killer, can we safely assume he's a negative character?
Все псы попадают в рай
Какие бы законы мы не писали, нас все равно расстреляют, если мы проиграем эту войну.
...GoedenDag was peacefully strolling and not bothering anyone, enjoying the clear day, smelling flowers, playing with butterflies, chatting with trees, when he suddenly felt someone hugging him, tighter and tighter. But before he could even start to get scared, he was freed from the embrace by a brave hero who grabbed the hugger by the ears and pulled him away. However, the hugger managed to break free and ran away...
...The little one, Naver Leengard, was always a dreamer and fantasizer, wandering around in search of new companions who really enjoyed listening to him. Unfortunately, this time Naver Leengard chose the wrong path. Cutting through the Gray Forest was not a very good idea. The crunch of fallen leaves behind him made him uneasy, and he turned around. At that moment, someone jumped out from behind a tree and stunned him with a large salmon. When he woke up in the evening, the poor fellow found himself tied to a tree, and a dark figure in gloves stood opposite him. Without uttering a sound, it got to work. No one heard Naver Leengard's screams. Besides his mutilated body, no other traces were left...
Bzingius is dead. Yagoda killed him. No evidence.
Hos is great because I consider Daga a noob.
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It seems to me, or is the Mafia high? Blocking a dead player – that’s something!
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Or were they drawing his portrait until late at night?
жизни выцветшие карточки хлам лиц расквашенные лампочки хлам между жидких начинаний сам в крови воспоминаний поваляться захотел
Молодое зло телами в масле Застилает взор багровый зной Если хочешь ты чтоб я был счастлив Наизнанку вывернись со мной Бахромою плоть дурная драма До рассвета нервы в решето Валидола вмажь по вене мама За моё счастливое ничто
Arandor
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Lol, they won't let the guy hug. There are fewer and fewer Ndsheks left. Today, I definitely need to execute someone.
Be strong. Believe
Злобный Ящур
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Rudyy
Blocking a killed player – that’s a good idea!
Perhaps redirecting the maniac was possible. Arandor
Today, we definitely need to execute someone.
I agree. Today, we should hang Shamrock Rover, tomorrow VesperLindt. Or vice versa:smile26:. IMHO, both are mafia.
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Небо
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Evil Lizard receives a modkill.
The day ends.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
...Ple-Sen, while walking near the forest, decided to take a break and sat down under a lone tree that stood apart from the rest. He felt a pleasant coolness in its shade, and drowsiness overcame him. He dozed off for a short time, and when he woke up, he found himself tied to the tree. But that wasn't the worst part; Ple-Sen unintentionally became a witness to a bloody and brutal murder. Arandor, as always confident and unwavering, walked steadily towards the bound man, but he didn't reach him. A bullet fired from a revolver hit him in the knee, and he fell to the ground, writhing in pain. The shooter approached the wounded man, threw a leather belt around his neck, and began to strangle him.
- Nietzsche was wrong about Him, my friend, you see? - Khhrkh. Khhrkh. - What? - Hhrkrhr. Hhkhrk. - We don't understand each other.
Having finished, the killer pulled out a large shotgun and splattered Arandor's brains across the purple grass. After that, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood and pieces of brain from his face, and calmly walked away...
жизни выцветшие карточки хлам лиц расквашенные лампочки хлам между жидких начинаний сам в крови воспоминаний поваляться захотел
Молодое зло телами в масле Застилает взор багровый зной Если хочешь ты чтоб я был счастлив Наизнанку вывернись со мной Бахромою плоть дурная драма До рассвета нервы в решето Валидола вмажь по вене мама За моё счастливое ничто
Yeah... no words. Is it really that hard to think and make the right (!) decision on your own, instead of blindly following Yashur, who wrote utter nonsense there once. Okay, let he who has ears, hear.
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As for the night, there was some kind of brutal massacre... and it looks like the Founders were behind it. There's no time to deal with the evidence right now.
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By the way, Ment, doesn't the "balancer" from the Lost seem very unbalanced, don't you think? =/