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#1901
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Arandor
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Here you are at the beginning of the game.


Well, it was nice playing. Sending my warmest hugs to everyone, cuties.
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#1903
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Well, what can I say? Considering that lately I've been visiting the forum mainly because of Revan's expeditions and some (rare) mafia games. Thank you very much, it was very interesting to play! :smile20:

Whatever
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#1904
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Indeed, what was I thinking. I'm doubling the Heroes buff, good game, Revan, thank you for everything...
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
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#1906
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Thanks to everyone, you played well, but our team put in more effort and won fairly.
Guys, you're the best!

Be strong. Believe
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#1907
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City dwellers are noobs; how could they lose with such overpowered roles!
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#1908
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It's just that the clues are complicated again, and you can't understand anything from the newspapers. And to get newspapers, you have to travel hundreds of kilometers just to read them.
 

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#1909
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The city played well, but unfortunately, the Mafia provided financial support to the host, and therefore won.

Стартовый пост - Квенты - Разное - Список НПС - Турнир -
Резара - Аксель - Орвальд - ЭмилияСтэфания - Амвросий - ЛестерАльсираАлария

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#1911
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The worlds of Revan are cursed.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
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#1912
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“We don’t have time! Hurry up!” The tall boy urged his companion, nervously looking around as the latter rummaged through the insides of a stationary computer. “Basil!” “I’m almost done…” Basil had a gut feeling that they shouldn’t have come here, but at that moment, they had no other choice. “It’s getting dark.” Basil’s partner in this endeavor was a fifteen-year-old boy named Claude. They had met him a couple of weeks ago here, in Khontai, and since then, he had proven himself to be a brave and loyal person, which were very rare qualities in these parts. “Done,” the engineer found the necessary part and carefully, as if it were a baby, took it in his palm, after which he hid it in a small bag on his belt. “Let’s go.” “I still don’t understand something,” Claude pondered as they ran away from the estate they had “robbed.” “Why would they bother chasing us when they keep people like on a farm and can get whatever they want at any time?” “John said it’s because they are hunters by nature…” Basil suddenly felt that they were in mortal danger. “Run!” The next twenty minutes were like a sprint competition for Basil and Claude. They crossed one street after another as if their lives depended on it… and they did. And although Basil could barely keep up with the agile boy, they were steadily moving towards the place they needed to reach, at least until the next moment. Behind them, a terrible sound was heard, and both men turned and watched in horror as a black mist floated through the air behind them, rapidly catching up with its prey. Realizing that they couldn’t win in a speed contest, Claude turned and started shooting at the enemy with a pistol. The bullets passed through the mist, and when it dissipated and the bloodsucker appeared, its hand was already gripping the shooter’s weapon in a death grip. Anticipating fresh blood, the vampire grabbed the boy by the throat with its other hand, but a bullet that Basil sent into the villain’s head prevented it from carrying out its plan. The next few shots from two pistols simultaneously stunned the immortal creature for a short time. Taking advantage of the moment, the pair ran further and, after four hundred meters, disappeared around the corner of one of the streets. The enraged vampire, recovering, ran after them. Turning in the same place and immediately meeting Claude’s gaze, the bloodsucker lunged at him. The boy ducked, and at that moment, John Addington, who was standing behind him, fired a shotgun and turned the villain’s head into mush. “Got him?” John kicked the “fresh corpse” with his foot to make sure it wouldn’t move anymore. Yes, even a vampire wouldn’t recover from that, at least not this one. “Yes.” Basil took the part out of the bag and showed it to Addington, who nodded in affirmation.

Стартовый пост - Квенты - Разное - Список НПС - Турнир -
Резара - Аксель - Орвальд - ЭмилияСтэфания - Амвросий - ЛестерАльсираАлария

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#1913
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Guys, I haven't read it, did anyone manage to destroy a town?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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#1914
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Well, we blew up the generator in the prince's palace, although as a result, the palace wasn't destroyed, but rather frozen for several hundred years. And while our frog creatures were in the ice, the NPCs managed to blow up most of the locations in the world, apart from a couple of planets.
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#1915
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The NPCs managed to blow up most of the locations in the world.
That was supposed to be us :(
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?