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7/22/2025, 2:02:52 PM
>>511026287
russian drone producer, they now drop anti tank mines with them
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmfNUM2CbbM
russian drone producer, they now drop anti tank mines with them
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmfNUM2CbbM
7/19/2025, 11:25:39 PM
>>510833734
>Refuse the stopping of hostilities
yes simple, we have stolen his banan too often but I mean mischief is possible
since Z sees the writing on the wall, have moscow call him and then watch paranoia in DC and london spread
maybe Z defects leak it as plan to offer him western ukraine in the belarus model
very interesting what could happen in theory
>Refuse the stopping of hostilities
yes simple, we have stolen his banan too often but I mean mischief is possible
since Z sees the writing on the wall, have moscow call him and then watch paranoia in DC and london spread
maybe Z defects leak it as plan to offer him western ukraine in the belarus model
very interesting what could happen in theory
7/19/2025, 3:48:27 AM
7/18/2025, 12:58:42 PM
>>510709102
>I-I-I-I have b-b-big b-bones you're a f-f-fatty
Damn, I'm on point for two days in a row. Was your """daddy"""" resentful of your sow mom """choosing """" him or was it a happy affair and he was really oblivious?
>I-I-I-I have b-b-big b-bones you're a f-f-fatty
Damn, I'm on point for two days in a row. Was your """daddy"""" resentful of your sow mom """choosing """" him or was it a happy affair and he was really oblivious?
7/8/2025, 9:14:14 PM
7/6/2025, 6:15:34 AM
>>530126323
>deploy a minelayer pod that releases dozens of seeker grenades instead of mines
>directly into the center of a bot fortress
>they all fly into the vents of every spawner and eviscerate the base in seconds
The Ukranian Special. Too kino for swiggers.
>deploy a minelayer pod that releases dozens of seeker grenades instead of mines
>directly into the center of a bot fortress
>they all fly into the vents of every spawner and eviscerate the base in seconds
The Ukranian Special. Too kino for swiggers.
6/30/2025, 4:45:47 PM
>>714075997
I hate the breeding mechanics of Palworld so much, dear God.
I hate the breeding mechanics of Palworld so much, dear God.
6/29/2025, 1:13:35 PM
6/19/2025, 7:33:02 PM
6/19/2025, 12:52:08 PM
6/19/2025, 8:18:08 AM
>>527984821
>"They all died? Send in the next wave."
>keeps an artillery battery in reserve specifically for shelling deserters
Based and lore-friendly
>"They all died? Send in the next wave."
>keeps an artillery battery in reserve specifically for shelling deserters
Based and lore-friendly
6/14/2025, 11:50:47 PM
6/14/2025, 1:12:38 AM
6/13/2025, 3:25:23 PM
ID: e/D/L4lK/biz/60496816#60496816
6/12/2025, 10:14:38 PM
6/12/2025, 8:42:46 AM
More inspiration:
1/2
>am falling. the office again. Boris is here.
>my throat is dry. the Pervitin crash lingers. i need a drink. something strong.
>"Boris Nikolaevich," I say, my voice a croak. "Where is the bar in this establishment?"
>Yeltsin, the 1991 version, looks at me with an unreadable expression.
>"There's a credenza with a mirror over there, Vova. Why don't you check?"
>i float over. the polished wood is dark, the mirror is clean.
>i float over. the polished wood is dark, the mirror is clean.
>i look at my reflection.
>and it is not my face.
>it is the face of a chimpanzee. my eyes, but his face. the Monke.
>a loud, booming laugh echoes from behind me.
>"You know, Vova," Yeltsin says, his voice full of cruel amusement. "History will remember me as a drunk. Or as a sad little beetle, a mukhozhuk, slurring my goodbyes."
>he floats next to me, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
>"But at least I'm not a monke."
>a hot flash of pure, primal rage. i see all the old insults in the mirror. the rat. the okurok. the little gray moth. this is just the final form.
>"Go on," Yeltsin says, gesturing to a bottle next to the mirror. "Have your drink."
>i reach for it. my hand, my monkey hand, closes around the bottle.
>it is shaped like a banana.
>Yeltsin roars with laughter. it is too much. this is an attack on the dignity of the state itself.
>i open my mouth to scream, to roar, to threaten him with the full might of the Federation.
>but all that comes out is a guttural, primal sound.
>"OOOK OOOOK AAAAHHH NOOOOK!"
>Yeltsin laughs even harder, slapping his ghostly knee.
>"NOOK! That's all you have left! Even in the old days, with ten thousand warheads, we weren't this obsessed with the button, ponimaesh?"
>"NOOOK! NOOOOK!" I shriek, a caged animal in a falling office, as the ghost of my predecessor howls with laughter.
1/2
>am falling. the office again. Boris is here.
>my throat is dry. the Pervitin crash lingers. i need a drink. something strong.
>"Boris Nikolaevich," I say, my voice a croak. "Where is the bar in this establishment?"
>Yeltsin, the 1991 version, looks at me with an unreadable expression.
>"There's a credenza with a mirror over there, Vova. Why don't you check?"
>i float over. the polished wood is dark, the mirror is clean.
>i float over. the polished wood is dark, the mirror is clean.
>i look at my reflection.
>and it is not my face.
>it is the face of a chimpanzee. my eyes, but his face. the Monke.
>a loud, booming laugh echoes from behind me.
>"You know, Vova," Yeltsin says, his voice full of cruel amusement. "History will remember me as a drunk. Or as a sad little beetle, a mukhozhuk, slurring my goodbyes."
>he floats next to me, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
>"But at least I'm not a monke."
>a hot flash of pure, primal rage. i see all the old insults in the mirror. the rat. the okurok. the little gray moth. this is just the final form.
>"Go on," Yeltsin says, gesturing to a bottle next to the mirror. "Have your drink."
>i reach for it. my hand, my monkey hand, closes around the bottle.
>it is shaped like a banana.
>Yeltsin roars with laughter. it is too much. this is an attack on the dignity of the state itself.
>i open my mouth to scream, to roar, to threaten him with the full might of the Federation.
>but all that comes out is a guttural, primal sound.
>"OOOK OOOOK AAAAHHH NOOOOK!"
>Yeltsin laughs even harder, slapping his ghostly knee.
>"NOOK! That's all you have left! Even in the old days, with ten thousand warheads, we weren't this obsessed with the button, ponimaesh?"
>"NOOOK! NOOOOK!" I shriek, a caged animal in a falling office, as the ghost of my predecessor howls with laughter.
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