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The Black Worm, who by that time had learned to perfectly impersonate a user of the resource, was also embodied in organic form. Now he no longer looked like ones and zeros, but like a black cobra with eyes burning with red light.
- A… where is Grandma? – Drakkoshka asked hesitantly. - Actually, there is no grandmother, there is only me – the Sky. - But how about… Grandma… and the pies… - And there are no pies either, only aspiration, desire, and effort. - And what about the ancient evil?! – exclaimed Neyra. - And there is no ancient evil either, only the desire to do good, existentialism, and nothingness. Here, have some pies. - Mm… delicious, what are they made of? – asked Arandor, chewing on the offered treat. - They are made of pain, suffering, and despair, – explained the host. - Who would have thought that someone’s pain, suffering, and despair could be so delicious? – remarked Morning.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Everyone who submitted a story will receive a plus point in the database, except for Vistrit, because I can't give him a plus point, and my principles won't allow me to give him a minus point, but if anyone feels like it, they can give him a minus point instead of me!
Only half of the stories were good. Those who submitted them did a great job! :smile20:
Well, now I at least understand how some Heroes of Might and Magic players perceive me.
I’ll read the rest later; you can’t laugh that much all at once.
..разым двазым трызым рызым пята лата сигерь мата локом боком крюк за крюк из бульмы бульма урюк.. Знание некоторых закономерностей освобождает от изучения многих фактов. Мечты сбываются рано или поздно, так или иначе.
Upon entering the apartment, Arrundor saw a large number of people. Some were simply lying on the floor, others were getting high, and still others were drinking and smoking weed. Revon led Arrundor into a small room. There was a pile of junk and a line of white powder on the writing desk, and a couple of dazed Asian women were lying on the couch. - As you can see, Arrundor, I'm a little busy here, so let's get this over with quickly, tell me what you need, - said Revon, after which he sat down at the table and snorted a line of white powder using a 500,000-ruble bill.
I remember. It was an interesting time when I watched this series. Interesting...
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Who are all these people? What's going on? Does anyone understand anything?
I realized that the author has good grass, the title of the story doesn't match the content, and the names and characters don't match reality. All in the best traditions :D
Added 3 hours and 44 minutes later Finished reading. You guys are crazy.
..разым двазым трызым рызым пята лата сигерь мата локом боком крюк за крюк из бульмы бульма урюк.. Знание некоторых закономерностей освобождает от изучения многих фактов. Мечты сбываются рано или поздно, так или иначе.
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