<Finsternis> I got to go in gaming, I got to go...
<Olga> and what did you do?
<Finsternis> I want to eat.
<Finsternis> began to eat, at the same time and looked at everyone.
<Finsternis> I no longer condemn the artists who paint the same animated Vaitelnics in iron cartridges. I now know that they are handcuffed to photoshop by people who faithfully believe that only an animated witch, a naked ass, elephant ears and a dragon will be sold somewhere in the background.
“Finsternis, let God paint a warrior’s grandmother muscular and dressed, and the drillers are frightened!
"Finsternis" - no one needs plausible monsters, but the fact that this hernia, if she were alive, would get confused with her legs and get stuck in her own mucus - a pofigu.
<Finsternis> Why do we have a condemned weapon drawn from historical prototypes? We are better to wrap a protective tail with spikes and fintiflushes, which in battle is no more useful than cardboard!
<Finsternis> I eventually escaped from there anyway. I felt like I was helping the forces of evil take over the universe.