The Shroud
The presence was waiting for us. It is ihe End of the Cycle and it has always been waiting for us. Our psionics suddenly speak in unison, a dozen voices in a perfect chorus: TIS NOT YET YOUR TIME A pause. "BUT IT COULD BE."
Nothing more is said, but a bargain has been offered - we kn
на реактор заходиш, и одна сплошная бага от симфони)
Я один такой?
ХУЙ ТАМ ПЕЛ!!!
Я БУДУ ЧЕРЕЗ ДЖАБЕР ПОСТИТЬ Х)