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FC Shakhtar Donetsk
God, what kind of nonsense they made of an argument. Some furries, ponies ...
FC Shakhtar Donetsk
Wait, it will still reach our spirits and vampires. :)
While the team of Agent Neito was getting out of the planet, a truly dark hour struck in the Galaxy.
Flying away, the robot gave a signal, an order to attack, and in all the worlds where refugees from the Ark, found by the three-eyed, were inhabited, real Hell unfolded. Overnight, millions of creatures were absorbed from the inside by a man-made virus, their biological material became the basis for the creation of new robots like himself. Chaos, panic and destruction reigned, robots attacked suddenly and from within, overcoming defense systems and lulling vigilance. Many who were not infected by the virus died at their hands. Several civilizations were affected, including humans, the Enhillians, the Tel'kessil, and the three-eyed themselves.
One robot started a full-scale war against all organic life.
Mend0za
How ironic that the game does not prohibit the creation of ponies and furries directly in its creature editor.
Light felt like ... Out of place. She began to think that among all the fun company, she was an introverted sociopath. Lightning can't even really introduce itself to anyone! At this time, Light is a mouse that does not help much, because she promised herself that after that incident with Aurora, she would not enter into troubles and battles. The fear of death enveloped her every second.
Soren Russky
- So we met ... - The girl said quietly. -
Welcome, I can hear you. Light Walker, from Alterra.
The guys' jokes seemed strange to her. Lightning did not understand this, so it even disdained it a little.
N1ghTMAre_1
- Soren Russky, military engineer of the private company "Aylan", overjoyed to meet you, Miss Walker. The ship next to me ...
- This is my ship! - interrupted the Marasian Ochariets, - I'm Vern O'Gell! Just a talking, blunt-nosed lizard!
“He’s just a locksmith, and he likes to exaggerate,†Soren continued the conversation calmly, “it must have explained something to you. Would you mind hologram communication, Miss Walker, from Alterra? - he emphasized her past words.
Soren Russkiy
- Of course, no problem. And .. What should we do in this situation? I'm afraid we won't just fly away from this place.
N1ghTMAre_1
Soren has connected the connection.
Light showed the face of a Marasian, with a small, almost invisible, black stripe on the left side of the muzzle, near the nose. The eyes were bright orange like the sun. The hairstyle was the same red
as his combed back coat, with a reddish edge of the hair.
There was a crooked scar on his right cheek.
He was wearing protective clothing with armor plates, and the flag of the "Ailan" Private Military Company, which he got a job thanks to his comrade Naito: a black flag turning yellow, and again ending in yellow. It was somewhat similar to the symbolism of one of the libertarian political movements, although the Marasian himself had nothing to do with politics.
- Well, here we are, - smiled that Light.
Soren Russkiy
His screen met a pretty fair-skinned girl with black hair with a gradient to red at the end. One eye was the color of a transparent sea blue, the other white, with a scar. A blue T-shirt, on top of which is a black cloak with blue stripes, which were highlighted due to the fact that it was dark inside the crew. On the right is the inscription "Light Walker 017, Alterra". Soren gets a smile in return.
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- Wow, - he examined Naruko's clothes, - is Alterra really such an evolved form? - he was still amazed, not hiding a curious smile, - are you doing a fashion show? Or ...
- Oh, that's it, Soren! - interrupted him Vern, - now offer to go on board, and close in the shower!
- RIGHT! - Soren, who could not restrain himself, barked at him, - I am married, Terran is not my type, but the form is really cool. I would buy such a daughter. Loves like that.
- Let me check it out ... - Ohariets connected to the connection. This, as he himself said earlier, was a lizard, dark purple in color, slightly thin in appearance, with a frankly dull smile with sharp teeth on his face, apparently holding back anger or disgust. Vern glanced around at Light, already picking up some softer expressions, "ah ... What the hell is this goofy Terran monkey doing here?" And the shape looks like a battered Christmas tree game ...
- VERN! The Marasian interrupted again sharply.
- What do you want?
“I don’t like Terran either, but please learn to hold back!â€
“So this is a Terran. They shit their planet, and they shit it all for all of us. Morons, in short.
An irritated sigh. The fox rolled his eyes.
- And I am a marasian, and my people still cut each other for nothing, and rob other races. And nothing! I'm still talking to you! I didn't even steal money from your account!
- Could you?
- I couldn't! - Soren changed to a calm tone, referring to Walker, - forgive my friend, he is very biased. So what are we talking about? Where do you come from ... By profession?
Soren Russky Judging by the look on Light's face, she didn't like the way they talk about her. As if she is a disgusting person, although she has not sinned in her life. Here it is!
- I am, so to speak, the deputy commander of the entire company. In addition to the work of the commander, I keep order in the markets so that rare plants are not sold.
N1ghTMAre_1
- Ah ... Ah! So you fined my sister! That's what I think, the voice is familiar! - Rassky said more happily, - that is, you are some kind of inspector? What else do you follow besides plants? Do you drive poachers?