Все, что раздражает в других, может вести к пониманию себя.
С выключенной «тактикой» восьмисисечная Broodmother в Dragon Age пошла лучше. Лук + магия = окок. В общем, больше половины жизней я ей снес, как вдруг игра вздумала выдать ошибку.
Люблю тебя, ПК-гейминг.
Пойду поем.
Люблю тебя, ПК-гейминг.
Пойду поем.
Second day, they beat us and eat some for meat.
Third day, the men are all gnawed on again.
Fourth day, we wait and fear for our fate.
Fifth day, they return and it's another girl's turn.
Sixth day, her screams we hear in our dreams.
Seventh day, she grew as in her mouth they spew.
Eighth day, we hate it as she is violated.
Ninth day, she grins and devours her kin.
Now she does feast, as she's become the beast."