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Aviators - Chaos Theory (MLP Song)

Авиаторы наконец-то записали новую песню по MLP.

Текст в комментах.

Annotation: At this point, I've done a Discord song on almost every album. Spirit of Chaos, Monster, Shadows, Crash, The Surface, and now this for the latest album. This song is an Ashes-type origin story, and a dark look into a fictional Discord that became cold and evil due to rejection (the same premise as "Monster").

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История о том, как на войне терять бдительность не стоит

Source (facebook community) Оригинал на французском

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Русский перевод

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Война в Украине...

Я живой. Идет война.

Два дня назад мы с товарищем Шэдоу направились к позиции, окруженной русскими танками, в небольшом лесу.

На месте из маленькой, убогой и грязной траншеи нас с улыбкой встретили два украинских солдата. Один из солдат даже немного говорил по-французски. Я сказал Шэдоу оставаться в окопе, даже если это скучно.

Двое украинских солдат вышли из окопа покурить. Я сказал им бросить сигареты и вернуться в укрытие, пока я буду искать позиции русских танков. Они не прислушались и даже приблизились к опушке леса, пытаясь показать мне расположение русских танков. Я сказал им, чтобы они немедленно вернулись в укрытие, и прекратили выставлять себя напоказ. К счастью, они меня послушались и вернулись покурить рядом с траншеей: не захотели идти в окоп.

Мое солдатское чутье подсказывало мне выдвигаться, потому что двое нерадивых солдат могли были быть обнаружены тепловизионным оборудованием вражеских танков.

Двадцать секунд спустя я был в 15 футах (~4.5 метра) от солдат. Наблюдая через бинокль, меня потряс мощный взрыв. Мимо меня проносилась шрапнель, словно угольки костра. Я был окутан дымом. Мое тело инстинктивно напряглось, и я ничего не слышал одним ухом.

Я вышел из укрытия, чтобы залезть в окоп и попытаться найти вражеские танки. Я посмотрел налево. Двое украинских солдат лежали на земле. Сцена была в точности как в голливудском фильме о войне. Солдат был в 5 футах (~1.5 метра) от меня. Он лежал и был без ног. Остальная часть тела была частично разорвана. Он больше не двигался.

Другой солдат был в трех футах (~1 метр) от меня. У него была оторвана нога. Еге тело было изуродовано в нескольких местах. Он все еще дышал, но сделал последний вздох прямо передо мной через дюжину секунд. Русские танки продолжали стрелять в нашу сторону.

На этом история не закончилась, но я расскажу вам это позже.

Вернувшись на базу, мой друг Шэдоу не мог поверить что он выжил. У него не было травм. Взрыв повалил его на землю. У меня тоже не было травм. Ни единой царапины. Сегодня мое ухо в порядке, и я слышу нормально.

Пехотные процедуры и учения важны. Мы видим здесь яркий пример.

Рассказываю только об одном из событий недели. Мы нанесли врагу потери, но потеряли многих товарищей.

Здесь война. Настоящая.

Слава Украине!

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English translation

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War in Ukraine...

I am alive. It's a war here.

Two days ago, my comrade Shadow and I headed to a position surrounded by Russian tanks, in a small forest.

On the spot, two Ukrainian soldiers greeted us with a smile, from a small miserable and muddy trench. One of the soldiers even spoke a little French. I told Shadow to stay in the trench, even if it might sound boring.

The two Ukrainian soldiers came out of the trench to smoke. I told them to put off their cigarettes and go back to the shelter while I searched for the Russian tank position. They didn't listen and even ventured close to the forest edge, trying to show me the location of Russian tanks. I told them to come back immediately to the shelter and stop exposing themselves like this. Luckily they listened to me and came back to smoke next to the trench. They didn't want to go in the trench.

My reflex as a soldier was to move anyway because it was possible that the two careless soldiers had been detected by the thermal vision equipment of the enemy tanks.

Twenty seconds later, I was fifteen foot from the soldiers. I watched with my binoculars. A huge explosion shook me. Shrapnel streaked past me, like embers from a campfire. I was enveloped in smoke. My body instinctively tensed, as well as my face. I couldn't hear anything out of one ear.

I moved from cover to crawl into the trench and try to find the enemy tanks. I looked to my left. The two Ukrainian soldiers were lying on the ground. The scene was exactly like in a Hollywood war movie. A soldier was five foot from me. He was lying down and had no legs. The rest of the body was partly shredded. He was no longer moving.

Another trooper was three feet away from me. He had a ripped leg. His body was mutilated in several places. He was still breathing but took his last breath in front of me, a dozen seconds later. Russian tanks just kept shooting in our direction.

The story didn't end there but I'll tell you the rest later.

Back at the base, my friend Shadow couldn't believe his life was saved. He had no injuries. The explosion knocked him to the ground. I didn't have any injuries either. Not a single scratch. Today, my ear is doing great and I can hear normally.

Infantry procedures and drills are important. Here we see a striking example.

I tell you only one of the events of the week. We have inflicted casualties on the enemy but we have lost many comrades.

This is war. The real one.

Glory to Ukraine!

Acolyte_Otto

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She had fought alongside Eldrad in battles and debated his cause in counselling Chambers across the galaxy, but never before had she been welcomed into his sanctum. The Opener of the Seventh Way hated the feeling that she was privileged in some way, that this act was a recognition of her status and importance. Even so, she could not help but feel she had been allowed to look upon something few others could, so she took the opportunity to examine her surroundings in some detail, memorising every piece of furniture and ornament, every artwork, in the hopes of deciphering meaning from them later.

The farseer’s tastes were eclectic – if one was too polite to say random, gauche and prolific. At least, such was Yvraine’s initial thought as she sat on a long couch, the trail of her immaculately tailored Commorraghan court dress heaped around her. She was reminded of the throne rooms of archons that had tried to woo her – romantically and politically – laden with trophies of conquests and subjugations, declarations of power and prestige.

Except that Eldrad barely glanced at them. And his displays, such as they were, had been confined to a set of three chambers that would barely qualify as an archon’s cloakroom. In fact, it was the lack of space, except for the high-vaulted ceilings customary in aeldari architecture, that reinforced the meandering, unkempt nature of the collection.

‘It is just…’ began Eldrad, sensing Yvraine’s thoughts as her eyes roamed the room. He searched for a suitable aeldari word and found nothing that quite fitted and so settled for one of the few perfect human words instead. ‘Stuff.’

Yvraine realised immediately what he meant. These were not heirlooms or trophies, treasured possessions or valued research materials. They were cultural accretions. The accumulation of a life that had spanned five generations of his people. They had been placed with no consideration at all, simply fitted into whatever space had seemed right at the time, and never given a second thought.

He had not even spared them the mental effort of how to discard them.

She stood and gracefully paced to the adjoining chamber for a better view, her long gown sweeping across the red floor tiles. Alorynis looked up from his position on the back of a couch, one eye open, and then settled again, uninterested in her exploration.

The room beyond the archway was almost full with miscellany from a hundred different cultures across a dozen races. Most of it was piled like the spoil heap of a museum, the effluvia of fashions, trends, fads and philosophies as old as Ulthwé itself.

‘Why?’ She did not turn as she asked the question. ‘What is the point of having so much…stuff?’

‘Badges of allegiance. Patronage of artists. Objects of psychic significance I used to trace the fates. Bequeathed artefacts. Ambassadorial bribes. Grave goods. The gifts of suitors. Items absent-mindedly left by visitors. Borrowed objects, equally forgotten.’ The farseer shrugged, his heavy robes barely moving with the gesture. Yvraine caught a tiny flutter of pain, of ancient aching in the body and soul, attuned to his mood and thoughts through their mutual contact with Ynnead. ‘I have another tower, a dozen rooms filled with such detritus of my long life.’

‘I forget how old you are,’ said Yvraine. She sat down again, flicking open her fan in the manner of a kabalite courtier. She regarded the seer over the serrated edge, her smirk hidden. ‘How very old you are.’

‘Old enough to know better than trade quips with the likes of you,’ replied Eldrad, humour in his voice.

[Excerpt | Rise of the Ynnari:Ghost Warrior]

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Defending the Shores by MisterAibo

"It was raining. Pouring, really, because of course it was. They don't have the guts to attack us in broad daylight. That's why the crews are usually mixed - we have better night sight, unicorns have magic. Where was I...? Oh yes... We were both soaked to the bone, but we kept watching the sky, firing shot after another, the gun shaking with recoil -"
"Hang on, recoil? Doesn't it fire laser or something?"
"What's a... laser?"
"It's... well, basically, a really bright, concentrated beam of light."
"That sounds like something the Princess would use."
"Hm, yes."
"But... no. The projectiles are actually something called 'plasma'. It's kinda technical."
"Plasma? Plasma of what? It's red, so maybe nitrogen from the atmosphere... But how do you even feed enough energy into that thing? You'd need like... a star or something! Not that a laser would be much better, when I think about it. The waste heat alone should torch the whole gun -"
"Hey! Look, I don't know all the details! I aim, I correct, and I shoot. The spotter is usually the one powering the gun, and doing most of the maintenance. All I do is 'Hold this here' and 'Don't touch that!'."
"Right. Sorry. I just thought I'd learn something really groundbreaking."
"I get it. Heh. You unicorns are all the same when it comes to these things. All I know is that it's something to do with the channeling crystals. It takes time to charge them up, and they eventually stop working all together. Just go find a group of spotters in a pub, and they'll ramble your ears off with environmental factors, cool down periods, recharge times, magic flows, ignition energies... Ugh. Just thinking about it makes me want to take a nap. Where was I?"
"It was a dark and stormy night?"
"Right! It was a dark and stormy night..."

CanisMajoris

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Братишки, я вам новый мемес нашел

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
itl be an honour
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Balmora

In Gold Coast Cyrodiil born and raised
On the anvil docks I spent most of my days
maxing' out grindin' increasing' my skills
And all shootin some crossbows inside the school
When a couple of guards who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight over a bottle of ale
he said thats it! I've had it! your going to jail

I begged and pleaded with him only kiddin
but he kicked my ass and threw me in prison
but then he came back down and when he leaned right in
he told me you are gonna be released in Morrowind

slave class, back of the ship
eating damp old bread with my new pal jiub
is this what morrowind outlanders are treated like?
Hmmmmm this cant be alright.

But wait I hear they're racist, all, ash and tar
Is this the type of dump that they send this groovy guar?
what will they think
i hope its not horror
they all better watch for the prince of Balmora

Well, the boat landed and when I came out
There was a dude looked like santa standing there with my name out
I dont want any damn assecion
I just got here
gotta custom class i aint answering your questions

through the census gave the dude there a holla
he had a steel sword and imperial Templar armor
told me Caius Cosades was a man with honor
But I thought 'ill forget it' - 'Serah to Balmora'

I pulled up to the town about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the strider 'Yo swit smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
Its about to get hotter
when i sit on my throne as the Prince of Balmora

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Scary Rainbow Dash

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политикаХАМАСВторжение в Израиль 2023Израиль

Представитель ЦАХАЛ подтвердил, что боевики ХАМАС убивали и обезглавливали детей.

Официальный представитель Армии обороны Израиля Джонатан Конрикус заявил, что ЦАХАЛ может подтвердить ранее появившиеся сообщения о том, что террористы ХАМАС убивали и обезглавливали детей.

«Я думаю, теперь мы можем с относительной уверенностью сказать, что это то, что сделал ХАМАС… Повсюду были разбросаны изуродованные тела».

По словам Конрикуса, которые публикует BBC News, соответствующую информацию об обстоятельствах гибели детей предоставил коронер, посетивший кибуц Беэри, где погибли десятки мирных жителей.

«Я признаю, что нам потребовалось некоторое время, чтобы по-настоящему осознать и подтвердить это сообщение, и было трудно поверить, что даже ХАМАС мог совершить такой варварский акт», — сказал он.

Ранее израильские СМИ сообщали, что в кибуцах, на которые напали боевики ХАМАС, были найдены тела убитых женщин и детей, некоторые из них были обезглавлены. Официально израильские власти подтверждали информацию о погибших жителях поселений, но число жертв не называли и обстоятельства гибели не комментировали.

Волонтеры поисково-спасательной группы Zaka сообщали, что обнаружили в кибуце Беэри по меньшей мере тела 100 погибших израильтян. Данные о погибших, сообщали в Zaka, не являются окончательными. В кибуце Кфар-Аза, также расположенном недалеко от сектора Газа, по данным Zaka, были найдены тела 200 мирных жителей, в том числе примерно 40 детей.

Всего в результате нападения боевиков ХАМАС на Израиль 7 октября погибли, по данным на 12 октября, 1300 человек, около 3300 жителей получили ранения.

Израиль в ответ на нападение начал наносить массированные удары по целям, связанным с ХАМАС, в секторе Газа. Палестинские власти сообщали 11 октября о 1200 погибших жителях и 5600 пострадавших.

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DarkFace

12.10.2023, 10:35

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Чего, переживаешь за своих хамасовых друзняшек?

12.10.2023, 10:37

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12.10.2023, 10:38

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братан, ты приебнутый
отрицать, что хамас занимаются буквальным линчеванием гражданских абсолютно независимо от их возраста - это нужно быть не "СЛАВНЫМ ПРАВДОРУБОМ", это надо быть натуральным дегенератом и адвокатом дьявола в самом печальном смысле этих слов