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Ракета с кассетной боевой частью попала по гражданским на вокзале в Краматорске. Погибло больше 30 человек, еще больше сотни получили ранения
Глава Донецкой ОГА Павел Кириленко сообщил об обстреле вокзала в Краматорске.
В результате ракетного обстрела вокзала Краматорска, по предварительным данным, более 30 человек погибли и более 100 раненых.
В пророссийских телеграм-каналах были опубликованы вот такие сообщения по факту атаки на возкал Краматорска. Да, да. Они снова якобы били по «базам Азова»
Заявление Алексея Арестовича по поводу произошедшего:
Дополнено:
Владимир Зеленский на своей странице в Instagram сообщает, что удар по вокзалу был нанесён ракетой «Точка-У» (а не «Искандером») российскими войсками
Their Stories
"Hey young man. This is not the closest way to the Bulgewater County. You better choose the west road of the Wisteria Crossroad."
"Oh look at this thick skin. Everybody's waiting for their turn and now you want to get buried in such nice place far far away?
Hey, you better go to my grave plot. It's much closer and so beautifu..."
"I heard your goddamned hometown story for hundreds of times that my ossicles almost worn out, ma'am.
Why don't we just shut up for this painful journey? You can have some talks with the devils after burial."
"Your sister's pelvis was so huge that even three baby skulls could go through the hole."
"That bastard is talking shit again. I heard he was mental and still barking like a dog even after brain fluid dried out."
"My jaw! Where is my jaw! I can't eat without my jaw!"
"His jaw was gone sucking dragon dick."
"This rude boy is ignoring me again! I told you Bulgewater County is not this way..."
"Oh look at this thick skin. Everybody's waiting for their turn and now you want to get buried in such nice place far far away?
Hey, you better go to my grave plot. It's much closer and so beautifu..."
"I heard your goddamned hometown story for hundreds of times that my ossicles almost worn out, ma'am.
Why don't we just shut up for this painful journey? You can have some talks with the devils after burial."
"Your sister's pelvis was so huge that even three baby skulls could go through the hole."
"That bastard is talking shit again. I heard he was mental and still barking like a dog even after brain fluid dried out."
"My jaw! Where is my jaw! I can't eat without my jaw!"
"His jaw was gone sucking dragon dick."
"This rude boy is ignoring me again! I told you Bulgewater County is not this way..."
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They Talk Too Much
"I told you not to go this way."
"Hey lad. Your fighting stance is awkward as hell."
"Your mama's tit was so huge that her ribs were bent."
"He's so nice as always. Drop me off here."
"We're dead! We're all dead. All because of that stupid gravekeeper!"
"Where is my jaw?"
"When I was young, I found no monsters as ugly as this one."
"Hey lad. Your fighting stance is awkward as hell."
"Your mama's tit was so huge that her ribs were bent."
"He's so nice as always. Drop me off here."
"We're dead! We're all dead. All because of that stupid gravekeeper!"
"Where is my jaw?"
"When I was young, I found no monsters as ugly as this one."
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They Still Talk
"Amazing, lad! Transforming our remains into spirit form, what a magic!"
"If I didn't know you, i would have thought that you were trying to kill us all! I know this sort of sorcery, and they use this spell to destroy the undeads."
"Your mama's spine is so bent that you can use it in math class as protractor."
"Good to be together as always. It's hard to find nice lad like this fellow these days."
"Where is my jaw? I can't find my jaw!"
"Huh! You call this a magic! Back in my days..."
"Hey young man, do you even hear me?"
"If I didn't know you, i would have thought that you were trying to kill us all! I know this sort of sorcery, and they use this spell to destroy the undeads."
"Your mama's spine is so bent that you can use it in math class as protractor."
"Good to be together as always. It's hard to find nice lad like this fellow these days."
"Where is my jaw? I can't find my jaw!"
"Huh! You call this a magic! Back in my days..."
"Hey young man, do you even hear me?"
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Take Them Please
"Mortal. I ask you to yield one of those heads."
"I can't."
"You cherish life of the deads more than yours? How touching."
"No really. I can't."
"I can't."
"You cherish life of the deads more than yours? How touching."
"No really. I can't."
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Put Your Hand on My Shoulder
"Hey young lad. You're just passing by that poor giant's body and you call yourself a gravekeeper?"
"Knock it off you bloody dotard."
"Haha! We heard you talking back to our word! Today's a special day!"
"Knock it off you bloody dotard."
"Haha! We heard you talking back to our word! Today's a special day!"
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The Protectors
I hear dead people.
And they never fxxking shut up.
And they never fxxking shut up.
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Dead Men Tell A Lot of Tales
"That's a mighty fine necromancy, summoning the dead severed arm!"
"And he didn't raise us from dead with such skill."
"Where is my jaw."
"If we knew he could do that we would've never apologized him."
"I mean, it's pretty absurd to blame us for dragging monster's attention by our chatter. It's monster that cut off his arm, not us."
"And he didn't raise us from dead with such skill."
"Where is my jaw."
"If we knew he could do that we would've never apologized him."
"I mean, it's pretty absurd to blame us for dragging monster's attention by our chatter. It's monster that cut off his arm, not us."
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Manga Style Necromancy
"Fight with me."
"Wait, we never agreed that."
"I will never forget you."
"I said we never agreed that."
"SOUL CRUSHER."
"You motherf-."
"Wait, we never agreed that."
"I will never forget you."
"I said we never agreed that."
"SOUL CRUSHER."
"You motherf-."
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"Your Move, Old Man."
"Look at that ruddy bastard grabbing old man's head."
"Where is my jaw."
"Back in my days, even rudest of all showed respect to the elders.
Kids these days ignore the aged men and their wisdom.
Back in my days, no one would've allowed this to happen.
The kings had to get off their horse to salute me on the road."
"When yer mom rolled on the pen with the pigs."
"Where is my fxxking jaw, you bloody ruffians."
"Where is my jaw."
"Back in my days, even rudest of all showed respect to the elders.
Kids these days ignore the aged men and their wisdom.
Back in my days, no one would've allowed this to happen.
The kings had to get off their horse to salute me on the road."
"When yer mom rolled on the pen with the pigs."
"Where is my fxxking jaw, you bloody ruffians."
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Necro-man
Even though the sword is broken dead, I can call its soul back.
Arm is the most basic type of shield.
My revived arm will be a shield.
This is my necromancy.
Arm is the most basic type of shield.
My revived arm will be a shield.
This is my necromancy.
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Starved Pistol of Diliworth
Starved Pistol of Diliworth.
One of the haunted relics made by infamous weapon inventor Godin Elwiv of Eldrian two centuries ago.
The soul of people who were killed by him is stored inside.
Danger Rank High. Never touch.
P.S. My dear pupil who never ever read nor listen to my words.
I leave this postscript for I thought you would've ignore that warning.
At least don't fire this pistol twice.
The chance of it taking user's soul increases geometrically on the second fire.
One of the haunted relics made by infamous weapon inventor Godin Elwiv of Eldrian two centuries ago.
The soul of people who were killed by him is stored inside.
Danger Rank High. Never touch.
P.S. My dear pupil who never ever read nor listen to my words.
I leave this postscript for I thought you would've ignore that warning.
At least don't fire this pistol twice.
The chance of it taking user's soul increases geometrically on the second fire.
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Hellblade
"Old man. Sword."
"Arfwgerraworf"
"Arfwgerraworf"
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You Must Fly
"Damn, I'm terribly sorry lady.
This is what my necromancy do.
Look at my arm. Revived in strange form of my true nature.
I guess your soul looks like a fish, swimming freely in the air.
At least you can fly instead of having normal leg oh what the hell am I talking about. I'm really...
Oh... Uh... I guess you like it.
Thank you."
This is what my necromancy do.
Look at my arm. Revived in strange form of my true nature.
I guess your soul looks like a fish, swimming freely in the air.
At least you can fly instead of having normal leg oh what the hell am I talking about. I'm really...
Oh... Uh... I guess you like it.
Thank you."
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One is Gone
My masters, all six of them, told me not to talk to the deads.
The deads never come back to life. That's undeniable truth. The truth that people left behind want to deny so much.
The soul of the dead leaves this world over the curtain of our realm forever.
What we call ghost is just an embodiment of remaining thought, emotion, or memory of the deads.
That's why they cannot talk normally, always want though need nothing, and stick to something obstinately.
It is difficult to remove them peacefully unless you follow certain rules and process originated from the deceased.
The deads are not the ones you knew.
Now I can understand why they taught me that over and over again.
It is obvious how I'll react to the false hallucination of my masters when they pass away.
The deads never come back to life. That's undeniable truth. The truth that people left behind want to deny so much.
The soul of the dead leaves this world over the curtain of our realm forever.
What we call ghost is just an embodiment of remaining thought, emotion, or memory of the deads.
That's why they cannot talk normally, always want though need nothing, and stick to something obstinately.
It is difficult to remove them peacefully unless you follow certain rules and process originated from the deceased.
The deads are not the ones you knew.
Now I can understand why they taught me that over and over again.
It is obvious how I'll react to the false hallucination of my masters when they pass away.
Story of nothing.
… A very wide and huge field, it’s so big that you can see more than two kilometers away, and I’m standing on the middle of this land. Suddenly, realize that I am the best live target for a sniper, so I start to pray that no one is around. Walk through high grass and little bushes, the camping bag is heavy for me because of food cans, water bottles and other stuff. Weather today is finally good: just a few clouds above me. I stop next to big green bush to check the map: so NE we have a forest and NW is the hunting view point which is around 320m away. Slowly but then quicker I start to move this “hunting nest” and then: a loud shoot from somewhere! I immediately fall to the ground, right under a bush. Silence. Just heavy silence. I’m fine become this shot wasn’t for me, but for who? And who shot?! The only thing I understand it is can be is a “hunter”, using a 7.62 caliber bullet for a sniper rifle and that it’s means then if I start moving, he will shot me, … or not , but still better to wait here until he goes away. How will I know if he’s gone or not… or, just wait.
***
Fat and fluffy clouds moved slowly like they have been filled with heavy stuff. Some of them start to combine with each other and change from milky white to dark grey. Nature asks for water to remove dust from a trees leaves and to prime the earth. Parasite whose name is “human” are nearly gone, but they do everything they can to avoid extinction. Nature is finally become fully free, it conquer land which been taken from “here”. Wild animals become really wild because there are no more cages, no more barriers, no more a monkey with broomstick (or boom-stick) on top of the food pyramid. “Concrete jungles” become to ruins.
***
I have been laid down under this bush for one hour but all around is quiet as in hearse, even the crows are abnormally silent today … ok, now or never! I slowly crawl toward the forest, with 20 seconds stops to listen for anything around is moving. The first hundred meters were ok but then I noticed the cracking of grass, and I stopped. The noise becomes louder with every second and it means somebody moving forward me. “What am I going to do?” I whispered, all I have is a G17 (hand gun) with two magazines. The noise increases itself with every second, I put the gun in front of me and pray, “please, it’s not a human, not a human…” and … a rabbit pops out in front of my face. We both had a heart attack. Then the little “monster” sprints away, and I lie still on the ground for few seconds. It takes half an hour to get to the bottom of the forest. I crass to the nearest conifer and lie on the bag under it. Two hours stolen from me just because a lonely haunter didn’t notice me when shooting his game, ok let’s check the map, compass and quick calculation of distance which I have crawled shows me that I still have 45 kilometers to the nearest town; I start right away. I need to reach the town before night.
***
The forest, a kingdom of furry tails. From century to century, people tell each other stories about this magnificent place, some of those stories present a forest as elfin lands: the place where magic is floating in the air; the place where the wizards live; the place of fairytales (fairyism), but others stories represent the forest as a place of horror, terror and fear, where demonic hands try to reach you, goblins hide under every cobble and the showdown –figure of a slendeman walks between the trees.
… A very wide and huge field, it’s so big that you can see more than two kilometers away, and I’m standing on the middle of this land. Suddenly, realize that I am the best live target for a sniper, so I start to pray that no one is around. Walk through high grass and little bushes, the camping bag is heavy for me because of food cans, water bottles and other stuff. Weather today is finally good: just a few clouds above me. I stop next to big green bush to check the map: so NE we have a forest and NW is the hunting view point which is around 320m away. Slowly but then quicker I start to move this “hunting nest” and then: a loud shoot from somewhere! I immediately fall to the ground, right under a bush. Silence. Just heavy silence. I’m fine become this shot wasn’t for me, but for who? And who shot?! The only thing I understand it is can be is a “hunter”, using a 7.62 caliber bullet for a sniper rifle and that it’s means then if I start moving, he will shot me, … or not , but still better to wait here until he goes away. How will I know if he’s gone or not… or, just wait.
***
Fat and fluffy clouds moved slowly like they have been filled with heavy stuff. Some of them start to combine with each other and change from milky white to dark grey. Nature asks for water to remove dust from a trees leaves and to prime the earth. Parasite whose name is “human” are nearly gone, but they do everything they can to avoid extinction. Nature is finally become fully free, it conquer land which been taken from “here”. Wild animals become really wild because there are no more cages, no more barriers, no more a monkey with broomstick (or boom-stick) on top of the food pyramid. “Concrete jungles” become to ruins.
***
I have been laid down under this bush for one hour but all around is quiet as in hearse, even the crows are abnormally silent today … ok, now or never! I slowly crawl toward the forest, with 20 seconds stops to listen for anything around is moving. The first hundred meters were ok but then I noticed the cracking of grass, and I stopped. The noise becomes louder with every second and it means somebody moving forward me. “What am I going to do?” I whispered, all I have is a G17 (hand gun) with two magazines. The noise increases itself with every second, I put the gun in front of me and pray, “please, it’s not a human, not a human…” and … a rabbit pops out in front of my face. We both had a heart attack. Then the little “monster” sprints away, and I lie still on the ground for few seconds. It takes half an hour to get to the bottom of the forest. I crass to the nearest conifer and lie on the bag under it. Two hours stolen from me just because a lonely haunter didn’t notice me when shooting his game, ok let’s check the map, compass and quick calculation of distance which I have crawled shows me that I still have 45 kilometers to the nearest town; I start right away. I need to reach the town before night.
***
The forest, a kingdom of furry tails. From century to century, people tell each other stories about this magnificent place, some of those stories present a forest as elfin lands: the place where magic is floating in the air; the place where the wizards live; the place of fairytales (fairyism), but others stories represent the forest as a place of horror, terror and fear, where demonic hands try to reach you, goblins hide under every cobble and the showdown –figure of a slendeman walks between the trees.
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If your English is upper than intermediate or above. I recommend you to study online on English websites and tutors.
На что ловятся лошки в наше время.
Уже 4 месяца мне на почту прилетает хуиня.
И если на гугл пришло всего 2 письма с предложением заценить формы.
И совсем недавно на все тот же злоепучий яндекс пришло такое
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