xxx: The most shit for me was to be a pp-shka on the siege (line-kin2), I was taken to the top of the clan because pp-shka was knocking the buffs for a while, and I was on the power, while being sharpened into the fucking fool, and since in pp decides every percentage - it's, shit, important. So, there are 40 people, and I need to make sure that every individual running by gets a full pack of buffs, including a hated windmower. Yes, say you, put everything in a macro and just press two buttons on each body, but no, nihua! Macros works too slowly, with the hands much faster. It is necessary to keep in mind the assemblies of buffs pure for the magicians, pure for the firefighters, and for the overlords, because they have their buffs, and in excess I knock them down, which causes the crack of the popcan, because the manna is not rubber. But the fucking thing started when the fascists found me, and they tried to plant me in a fire strike in the wool, because I was just a buffer! I have no fighting spells at all, so a class is provided, all that is an ancient wind strike, which almost does not harm. But I was on the goats, and I had a second churican in the goat, more helpful, harsher, although he had a second ten... And you run, you beat the enemy in a hollow to knock him down useful buffets, you get mad, and you throw in him with snow, so, a fox, and ran around the fortress, until I finally noticed theirs (to write in a chat at some time, a second of delay costs half the time), and did not give him a shit. Have you ever drank 4 cups of reggae? Oh fucking, I’m grateful for the bag that glasses their effects!

Whoever is on the siege of the catals - that darksools passes without deaths.



YYY: Nihua doesn’t understand, but I read and worried about you.