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The fel knights themselves looked as if the weapon could not harm them at all - but one of them hesitated, and was immediately cut to the waist by a giant rusty two-handed weapon along with armor ... And then he got up - the wound healed, first on the body, and a moment later and on a cuirass!- Here you have to tinker. I grumbled, wondering where to start.Probably from skeletons. Of course, they can then try to get up, but with broken bones, there is little danger from them. Then the hounds, and after them we will deal with the Filth. Don't care about zombies.- You won't have to! Removing the familiar vial from her belt, the girl swung it hard and threw it into the thick of the battle.Inaudibly behind the noise of the battle, glass crunched - it seems that none of the combatants noticed this - and immediately the girl was nearby, hugged her shoulders, pulled down.- Lie down!And then it SHUTTER!A huge tongue of flame struck first at the level of heads, blooming like a flower, an
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And I wouldn't leave it, but, I'm afraid, even with the slander of a Chernobog, I won't be able to get anything vital from this colossus. Just because he doesn't have anything vital, damn it! Well, I will cut off his back and arms, mark him - for a long time I won’t roll like that! A tired warrior will definitely make a mistake that will cost him his health and life, and for several minutes now we have been swinging weapons at speeds exceeding all human capabilities.Kick, roll, kick, dodge. Corrida against a metal bull. Slipping, hitting, another scratch on the giant's shoulder. Torro, torro!The beak got stuck in the bronze and hung, and I flew back, receiving a crushing punch to the face.“Fight,” boomed the bronze.Fight. How? How? Fists? Or, it is ridiculous to say, a club? What can she do against metal?I rolled across the floor, dodging a heavy foot descending, jumped up, out of hopelessness, grabbed a club, glowing no worse than the crystals with the essences of the younger pa
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I just swore helplessly and soundlessly, staring into the darkness. Went to the fucking store for some bread. I mean, saved the world. Now start the character again, develop it. It's a shame! In terms of pumping, this one has moved much further than the previous ones.Okay, now let's come to Limbo beach in the close and warm company of Agnis, chat while the rollback and registration of the death of the next game character takes place. Maybe we'll cross paths with Yolka.Or not?The darkness did not recede, the fussy notice forbidding to beat your deity, blinking, nevertheless disappeared.But the timer has not gone anywhere:"Your character is in an unconscious state. Game session time has been suspended."So Ware didn't kill me? Seriously?!What happened to the bloodthirsty god of the Redskins, who once brought the whole world to its knees with passion and hooting? Soft, old? Opponents no longer kill, but simply cut down?I aimed at the timer, focused on it - an additional hint immed
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- First.“But…” “Honestly, I thought she herself had already tried, but it didn't work out, or something like that. - What about the status?No, no, I've never been here. My powers have been handed down to me. Here they come. Hey you two! The nearby alabaster figures turned their heads towards the voice. - Come here.The Corrupted obediently approached and froze.- Here's the rope. Hold on and don't let go. When I say, you will slowly, step by step, approach the edge. Do not let go of the rope.Silence.- It's good that you understand. Put it on, - she threw the already familiar cradle. - Make sure it holds up well.“I don't like all this.- Stop whining, time is running out! Put on.- You have a character, of course ... - I obediently began to entangle myself with belts.— Yes, not over the head, bastard! It's under your feet!“Since she was so smart, she would have gone down herself.- I can not. - The girl busily tied a rope to the protruding iron ring of the cradle, checked the st
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So, stop yelling.- I brought you a smoke so that it would not be completely dreary. he said, holding out a plastic box. - Lost your cigarette? If the doctor allows, I'll drag something to wipe the soul. I know from my own experience how dreary it is to lie down all day.- Thanks. I thanked. - Truth.- Nothing. I see you are already in the memory, in the mind. It is unlikely that you will be kept here for long. Maybe we’ll even roll up a corporate party! He smacked his lips. - "Flying" one of these days will again call at the port, so you yourself understand. New modems should not be put into business without preliminary testing.He slapped his throat so eloquently that it became obvious that he would have to test at least a liter.Okay, you have my number. If you suddenly need something - just dial! I'll take you any time of the day or night. In the meantime, I leave you - I see you need to whisper. With a wink at me, the chief left.Funny, so funny, of course. I remember that some s
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A long time ago, almost ten years ago, there was a breakthrough in the field of information technology - and we stepped out of the world of neural networks and adaptive algorithms to something that already had the right to be called a semblance of artificial intelligence. Of course, science fiction writers long ago predicted the emergence of machines with self-awareness, but the reality again outran all forecasts, being both more amazing and more ruthless than any human dream.We have always followed the path of least resistance, looking for the shortest and fastest paths. But in fact, it turned out that the universe is arranged differently, the most important processes never happen suddenly and instantly. Gene therapy and CRISP cured most of the ailments, extended life, but acted slowly, unhurriedly, throughout the life of the owner of the implant. The cloning of living beings did make it possible to grow exact likenesses of the donor - but at the stage of the embryo, which had yet t
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— I guess. He answered evasively. - Guilt? Vodka? Or intravenously?- I have no time. Can you deliver it to the right world?“It’s not so easy to get out of there, do you remember?- He doesn't need to. I just want the Umbra idiots to stop pissing the kid off.- I will. Anything else?- I do not know. Are the cultists closed here?“And Conquest too!” God giggled. “This is my throne room, everything here is subject to my will.— Stairway to the sea?“Sorry, laying out carpets and arranging armor was somehow lazy. he winked. - You swear, swear. Let's talk. And drink all the same, otherwise ...A goblet was woven from the air in my hand, and I took a sip of some strange green effervescent liquid from there, which, nevertheless, hit my brain like it should. Immediately it became a little easier to live, released the twisted tension."It's not real, wow! I'm not even on PP, it's just glasses!Convince yourself.- Do you want to ask something? - Carefully specified the Spider, settling next
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Further contact, service, obtaining military medical certificates - in general, before the last reform, there was no time for games. Now I have much more free time, that's why I came.I chose a random character, a random world - I was even more surprised. I remember: has intelligence mastered several worlds since the end of the trilogy? And so, I am standing at the base, clutching a tablet with documents in my hand, running on alarm to the portal, fleeing from the attack. The last attack of the Conquista, as I remember now.Okay, this is all the preamble, a fairy tale ahead. I don’t know if the game itself chose the role for me, or if I filled out the initial survey so successfully, but even in virtual I turned out to be a shrink in a military organization. The fighters were trained according to an unusual program, teaching them to survive and act exclusively alone, and not as part of the OGRP, as scouts of the "Search", the main tasks are reconnaissance, elimination, sabotage. Nothin