Вечеринка на костях Твелва

Аве.

Somewhere between the scarlet silence and sleep!

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А теперь будьте добры, обьясните какого хуя тут произошло.

HindyMint (12 June 2016 - 17:21) писал:

А теперь будьте добры, обьясните какого хуя тут произошло.

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HindyMint (12 June 2016 - 17:21) писал:

А теперь будьте добры, обьясните какого хуя тут произошло.

Токсичный переворот.

Я паутинил, когда инаф успел словить плашку и кому сказать ня?

Зачем ниссе писал посты сквозь инафа?

AsCiMaToR (13 June 2016 - 00:28) писал:

Зачем ниссе писал посты сквозь инафа?

Инаф засрал весь подфорум тредами, за что получил плашку. После чего я решил, что его тяжелый труд не должен пропадать даром, и оставил самые полезные из них немного подредактировав.

Nisse (13 June 2016 - 02:00) писал:

Инаф засрал весь подфорум тредами, за что получил плашку. После чего я решил, что его тяжелый труд не должен пропадать даром, и оставил самые полезные из них немного подредактировав.

Бля, я все пропустил. Содержания постов не схоронилось?

AsCiMaToR (13 June 2016 - 02:01) писал:

Бля, я все пропустил. Содержания постов не схоронилось?

Ну там с десяток постов в духе "заявки в вайтлист", "заявки на педали", "когда вам удобно собираться?", "планы на ивенты" и все в таком духе.

Ritter (12 June 2016 - 17:11) писал:

Содержимое цитаты отсутствует в сохранённом тексте.

Спасибо, теперь я знаю, как Несси делает сервера.

Who Will Save Space Station?

There’s a place between heaven and hell Don’t need a map, just follow the smell A place filled with filthy air A place full of dark despair A place you have no prayer

A place called Space Station Space Station Station, the God is dead

There’s a station with the number thirteen Right on the server where it smells just like pee A server no one dares get off A server where the children cough A server called Animus Animus And if the griefers won't get you, the aroma will

Чудо: Who will save Space Station? We’re dying for some air There’s no hope in Space Station, Lord Does anybody care? Lord, does anybody care’

The story we’re about to tell you is so disturbing, we’ve stationed a registered nurse in CentComm lobby. She is armed with a chloral hydrate gun for those needing sedation. She also has space drugs she got off the internet. And please, for the love of God, do not turn off your cell phones. Mm-mm, nah. You’re probably gonna wanna call your mama.

There’s no hope on Space Station We’re hanging by a thread We’re choking on Space Station We might as well be dead

Чудо: Lord, we need a favor We need a savvy savior But who Who Who Who

EnoughConcrete: I will save Space Station EnoughConcrete the Twelfth

Чудо: Not him, Lord!

EnoughConcrete: I’m here for you, Space Station On that you have my word There must be a solution To end this damn pollution It’s time to start a global revolution Sister, look what has infested our forum!

Чудо: What is that wretchedness?

EnoughConcrete: It’s waste, toxic waste! The worst problem we ever faced It’s sick, God, its sick Look what it did to your SS14 theme!

Чудо: But where did it come from?

EnoughConcrete: Look there. Across the For No Reason, what do you see?

Чудо: Pedals.

EnoughConcrete: The beautiful, conceited pedals of Shepard. Happy to use Space Station as their toxic dumping ground!

EnoughConcrete & Чудо: Now, listen up you, Shepard We know, you’re stinking rich

Чудо: Smallgays may be donatin' But Station’s not your bitch

EnoughConcrete & Чудо: Station’s not your bitch!

Чудо: Bless you, my son.

EnoughConcrete: And don’t worry, sister. Nothing can stop me! Oh, no. The demagogues!

Derven: God, I love Space Station It’s such a state of mind Why do I love Station’ Probably cause I’m blind

EnoughConcrete: Hey, Derven. It’s Twelve.

Derven: Twelve, did those demagogues beat you up again?

EnoughConcrete: Yeah.

Derven: Well, it takes a brave man not to fight back. By the way, did you notice a new smell on server?

EnoughConcrete: It’s giant vats of toxic, nuclear waste! But don’t worry I swear I’ll save Space Station But how, I do not know We need new moderation And unpedal them all!

On Animus Animus And if the griefers won’t get you, the forum will

So, there you have it. There will be no intermission tonight. This circus is seventeen pages long. Help us win Space Station

Чудо: Help! Save us from this goo

Crap, I just got banned

Good God, what can we do? Damn it, we’re Space Station We’re drowning in the mud

Чудо: Say your prayer for Station

Or else we’re good and fucked Good God, we’re good and fucked Space Station Space Station Station The God is dead

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