Охотник за Смертью

Единственое место, где он был это TesPlay. Но первый раз слышу, что там надо региться..... Gwatlobal жжет напалмом. Есть ли болие свежая версия Combat_moves_full_adapt_1C что для MWE чем та что в базе?

Dido] My tears gone cold, I'm wonderin' why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at all And even if I could, it would all be great To put your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad. My tears gone cold, I'm wonderin' why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at all And even if I could, it would all be great To put your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad. Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in Autumn You must not have got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'mma call her? I'mma name her Bonnie I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was phat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat Truly yours, your biggest fan This is Stan [Dido] My tears gone cold, I'm wonderin' why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at all And even if I could, it would all be great To put your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad. Dear Slim, You still ain't called or wrote I hope you have a chance I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert You didn't have to but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the blistering cold for you For four hours and ya just said no That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fucking idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though I just don't like bein' lied to Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write you You would write back See, I'm just like you in a way I never knew my father neither He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on Cause I don't really got shit else So that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up You've gotta call me man I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan P.S. We should be together too [Dido] My tears gone cold, I'm wonderin' why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at all And even if I could, it would all be great To put your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad. Dear Mr. 'I'm too good to call or write my fans' This'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect. So this is my cassette I'm sending you. I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, "I drank a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to drive?" You know that song by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"? About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning? But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him? That's kinda how this is You could have rescued me from drowning Now it's too late I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the wall I love you Slim, we could have been together Think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me See Slim, shut up bitch, I'm try-na talk Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out? [Dido] My tears gone cold, I'm wonderin' why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at all And even if I could, it would all be great To put your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad. Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that And here's an autograph for your brother I wrote it on a Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you But what's the shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin' dawg, come on, how fucked up is you? You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin' To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some And what's this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other. I really think you and your girlfriend need each other Or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself I think that you'd be doin' just fine If you'd relax a little I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape but it didn't say who it was to Come to think about it, his name was, it was you Damn PS у кого есть слова System of a down - Aerials выложите плз здесь

Молодец! А почему "Beta 0.1"? Тут уже 1.0!

Как сказал один человек, который переводил плаг для собирания растений (Taker чтоли): Чем ковыряться в чужих скриптах (а в нашем случае еще и глобальных) легче написать свои!

Никог не убил, кузнец встал поболтал со мной и я ушел. Все.

Жжете, товарисчь! А по нормальному это не лечится?

Eminem - Сleanin out my closet [intro] Where's my snare? I have no snare in my headphones - there you go Yeah.. yo, yo [Eminem] Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have; I've been protested and demonstrated against Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin kid that's behind all this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's explodin Tempers flarin from parents just blow 'em off and keep goin Not takin nothin from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathin Keep kickin ass in the mornin and takin names in the evenin Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out Look at me now; I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you momma? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now [Chorus: Eminem] I'm sorry momma! I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry; but tonight I'm cleanin out my closet (one more time) I said I'm sorry momma! I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry; but tonight I'm cleanin out my closet [Eminem] Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it I'ma expose it; I'll take you back to '73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin CD I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye No I don't on second thought I just fuckin wished he would die I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin her side Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human, but I'm man enough to face them today What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun Cuz I'da killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim and them both It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show" [Chorus] [Eminem] Now I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissin But put yourself in my position; just try to envision witnessin your momma poppin prescription pills in the kitchen Bitchin that someone's always goin throuh her purse and shit's missin Goin through public housin systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me Ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me Ma? But guess what? You're gettin older now and it's cold when your lonely And Nathan's growin up so quick he's gonna know that your phony And Hailie's gettin so big now; you should see her, she's beautiful But you'll never see her - she won't even be at your funeral! See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong Bitch do your song - keep tellin yourself that you was a mom! But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get You selfish bitch; I hope you fuckin burn in hell for this shit Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? Well guess what, I +AM+ dead - dead to you as can be!

Из ангельского (лучшего, что ни говори, рэпа) рэпа нравицо Др. Дрэ и его производные - Snoop Dogg и Eminem. Из нашего - все по немногу : капля Многоточия, кусочек Басты, крошка Триады с Негативом - все приправляется соусом из НТЛ, МакиДога, Лигилайз (старых песен). Мешаем коктель, добавляем Линкинпарка, Эванесенс, немного альтернитива, рока и попсы по вкусу. Ставим на авто выборку и наслаждаемся

- Ты быстро преспосабливаеся. - Сказала она и сделала пометку в блокноте. - Возможно, завтра мы выйдем на маленькую прогулку. А пока тебе надо отдохнуть. Я села на кровать. Было ощущение, что по моим ногаам бегают сотни муравьев. А в место ног у них острейшие иголки. Усталость мешком навалилась на меня. - Вот выпей сока - пропела моя сиделка, - и тебе станет лучше. От сока голова начала кружиться. Я поняла что засыпаю. Ноги и руки более не повиновались мне. Кто-то подхватил мое , готовое упасть, тело и аккуратно уложил на кровать. Я ускользала в приятноке небытие. В сон без снов...

С ДР! Желаю всего того, что ты сам себе напридумаешь! :1anim_az:

А где собсно можно взять альт. перевод?

Инфу брал не я, поэтому где - не знаю. Вопрос - это реально?

С Днюхой, Наклз! Вопрос на засыпку - сколько Наклзу лет? И почему он не указал возраст? Вариант первый - он стесняется своего возраста Вариант второй - Ваши предложения, господа и дамы.

При том оркские доспеехи были созданы как разновес для стекла, эбонита и даэдрика. Ух ты, Варг пришёл....

Что не опровергает многих предыдущих постов

Ну или как писал одщин человек в данном разделе форума - "Это все радиация" (с) Не вижу связи. И Шэйд может и прав - грибочкы очень оригенальны сами по себе. И разрабы не нашли ничего, кроме как их переюзать в обломе.

Наслоения тонких слоев хитина+прослойка метала. + Ткань. Ну и краска.

Ну, все возможно. У меня вопрос - а Высших Ординаторов переделывают? Ну и типа чтобы не оффтоп: Чем вам не вариант - кость, покрытая тонкой сеткой метала и вскрыты лаком.

+1. Тож заметил. Распиши мне по полочкам квест с кольцом безумия - сколько не копался в скриптах, не нашел в чем лаг - после потасовки в домеке кузнеца сейданинского ничего не происходит. Я уже успел в 3 гильдиях до мастера подняться, а толку не прибавилось. И к чуваку , который из тюрьмы меня вытащил ходил - он говорит типа перстень нуна найти. Квест со телваннийской экспедицией. Неплохо бы намек на то , что дверь, в последнем квестовом интерьере находится в потолке.

- Аа, ты про него. Так он принес тебя и отбыл обратно. Но через несколько дней он должен вернуться...... - Эй! ты меня слушаешь? Вот, понюхай *некрасиво звучит, но не придумал ничего лучше*. - она подсунула мне под нос валик ткани. Эффект был поразителен. Слизистую обожгло, в горле запершило, я закашлялась. Однако мысли мои прояснились.....

Ну мож у них стимул какой появицо? Я бы не был столь песиместичен - СХ вышло, так и это выйдет.

Думаю тряпка, обклееная (или обкованая?) пластинами кости-метала.

Нууу, а зачем делать то, что уже сделали до тебя? Они экономят силы.

инфу плз

Оригенальный, нет даже архиорегинальный пост. Объяснишь?