Time-time-time echoed like invisible arrows in my skull as I stared blindly at the spinning loading circle. It's hot in glasses, my forehead was sweating, and my eyes were very tired from a constantly directed light source in just a couple of hours of playing. In addition, the hardware installed inside the interface device left much to be desired: everything loaded extremely slowly, forcing you to stare at a still picture. What made the eyes even worse!However, it may be for the best that I did not go to Wirth through a direct connection. Chuyka invigorated better than coffee, making its way even through the intoxicating alcohol snare, and informed that one should remain on the alert. I will play and listen to what is happening. Strongly, of course, this will not help - when I hear the squeal of brakes, most likely it will be too late to run somewhere.However, it's better than nothing at all! In general, I would have driven off to the region if I didn’t know that even electric trans

For some reason, my head switched to tactical mode, only instead of placing my people across the field and observing the most advantageous positions, chains of logical calculations went through there. I can go directly to Frisson with information about the actual methods and goals of the cultists, explain how it works, and why only I can be sent on this task - the girl from the destroyed world clearly understood something, looking through my memories along with everyone else, should have draw conclusions, must!Kuroi Kama do not use optical or electronic guidance systems, quite rightly fearing optoelectronic scanners, which are inevitable at secure facilities. Instead, they have some kind of stray that works on the principle of tracking a person's individual code, which does not change from protagonist to protagonist. This way you can keep track of players, and some people will not like it very much, but this is not about that. More importantly, they almost never miss. Standard hitman

- What?! I barked. - What nonsense! Xolotl is alive, I personally...- Killed her? Astrix raised an eyebrow. “Finished off what little was left of her?”But you are all alive. You, Ware, other scumbags. What happened to Shelly?- She was already unstable at the time of digitization because of the child, you understand? One and a half consciousness, working out of tune. Technique then simply did not provide for such a situation ... And now, you yourself understand. Pregnancy is a vanishingly rare phenomenon these days.“But she gave birth in those two thousand years.- Both in real life and in virtual, yes. But in real life, the process of childbirth is simply the separation of one from the other without any sacrifice on the part of the psychostructure. In the virtual, everything turned out a little differently.And who did she give birth to? Gary?The spider chuckled.- Does not give you a dream of rest, I see. No, not Gary. Who cares. The main thing is that the rejection mechanism at

Closed tightly, I almost completely stopped relying on the light, leaving only my new outlandish vision. It gave the picture with spots, intersecting lines, but the brain quickly adjusted itself, and from the flickering in front of the inner gaze, it independently completed a completely three-dimensional picture of the environment. The steps underfoot seemed new, almost untrodden, although the temple itself is definitely more than two thousand years old...However, this is logical. Only a couple of dozen people have walked this road. The senior pantheon came to the Font when it was still an ordinary cave in the mountain, and, of course, no staircase had yet been built. So consider it an untrodden path.Turn after turn, the levels went past - the sacrificial altar, administrative premises, the household unit, the barracks ... Soon, according to the sensations, the ground level also passed. This was told to me by my vision, since nothing has changed in all other parameters. There were n

"I look into my eyes ... I'll touch my lips. And what to say when I'm gone?" - Asked guitar picks over the black Icelandic beach, and the night was surprisingly warm, not at all suitable for November in the northern latitudes of Limbo.Night again, beach again. Another terrible headache.“Rob, Rob…” Nervous, sensitive fingers stroked my head. “You never get used to the fact that the body is a weapon. Relaxed, believed in the brothers on opposite sides of the barricades. That's what I got. Did you get it?- I cant. I complained without opening my eyes. - I'm tired. Why do they keep killing me? We almost agreed, almost resolved the issue.“We haven’t decided, stupid Robushka. And they couldn't. Understand that from the point of view of Warcraft, it is he who overcomes fifty years of captivity, cut off from his loved one, overcomes obstacle after obstacle, trying to reunite the family. Or at least avenge their deaths. And when he wins, there will be a happy epilogue and everyone will be