Tuesday, November 30, 2010

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Neuroshimowe Stories Stories - Hope of Moloch

Martin: Come here, come. This abandoned factory is the purpose of our trip. You see these men standing in a pile between the production lines? Do not be afraid. I know I look a little different than a normal man, but do not worry about it. Nothing you will not do. Hey, hey! Without these antics put the gun down! As they fall even have hair on their heads make will face view of the mutant nicest thing that we meet the rest of your life!

Okay let's go closer. Be careful not to trip over cables on the floor. Let me show you what we're working. Look there in the middle is a woman of beauty with no evidence of disease if they come from a time before war broke out. It was possible to say how the magazine cover. If only as not all those wires. Cables leading away from her head, spine, the hands are connected to a supercomputer, for production lines, hi to a reception signals from the outside. I know what you think, the work of the juggernaut, which should be destroyed as soon as possible. We must save this girl. I am at the beginning I thought so.

When I arrived there with Steven, a hunter machine, we wanted to burn the whole building that was not a stone. It sits there and picks the computer electronics. Before we went to the destruction, said that once first see something like that and would do well to examine it first. As it turned out is a mother, whose goal is to create a node here, another enclave.

By stammered all the time with no rhyme or command. The only thing we realized is that waiting for the delivery of the missing disks, which allow it to proper functioning. Then I came to you with a few mutants in the funny people costumes. They brought one of the missing data and ordered to be called "conservators". They were not aggressive, what's more interested in seeing Steven explained his operation of the machinery and its work. Normally, their obligations are met by the machine, but in a few exceptional cases such as this Mothers caring for people. And do not call them better mutants.
In short order that Mother is to help people. First, rebuild the factory, then the city, providing people food and medicines. I know, how about all the sounds, but I myself take in all of them. Mother from time to time gives the locations of some old magazines or bunker, which was long before the war guzzling cartons, medicine, and sometimes clothes or tools. Zawoziłem them to the surrounding villages and I really believe me, not once was saving them from extinction. Moreover, in the area for a long time there was no gang and the bandits. There are rumors of nocturnal beasts that get rid of them, but would not move well. I bet it's also doing our Mother.

I must return to their responsibilities, and you make yourself comfortable here. Talk to the rest, I'm sure you enjoy the site.

Steven: probably wondering, what are you doing here? You came here because it's the place you pointed to the map? What map, show it. Indeed. Strange, because I see this machine is provided for your coming to us. Moreover sent my business partner Martin to go out front for you.
were you not ufałbym these people, and especially Martin. Recently much has changed. Understand me, he does not want to do anything wrong, but implicitly believe in the machine. Sometimes I feel that in love with the doll attached to the cables.

What am I doing here? I examine this machine, I want to know our enemy. Well, if they suddenly changed the policy of our robolaseczki proceed to action. Sam you know, now help us, but it must be some trick. Sooner or later, will kill people, and I specifically for this occasion I have prepared several loads EMP.

I do not know what does it Moloch, or only collecting information, doing the necessary research. I saw many of his licks, but never so cruel. It gives us hope that all is missing in these difficult days. Just to take it when it hurts most.

Well, back to the same machine. Connected to an antenna on the roof in contact with other mothers. All decisions are taken by vote. If the information that I managed to extract from it are true behemoth is the most democratic state, which existed on the earth. Moreover, I also know how few votes proceeded and tell you that not only our mother vote, with humanity. Although it is still in the minority, because it's five, maybe six votes to forty-six against. However, over the past two months, the voice coming from the north-eastern part of the state, Seattle area, walked to our side.

This gives us hope that if we started to support nodes such as this and destroy those we against us in a few years, maybe not in our generation, and only our children or their children have succeeded up ... As I have said all this probably a bunch of bullshit.

better Come here, let me show you what you need and where to look. One of the drives is in possession of patrolling police station, but they probably still do not know what they have, and the second ...


Martin: 're back and you have the disks themselves ! Steve said that he will not see. But you show who is in the rules, you see Steve, the show just drives them to attach the rest. They fit like a glove. See, production lines will begin running.

Our R-16: scan sectors B2, B3 and C4. Started a project of urban regeneration. Construction engineers.

Martin: See! I told them that they will.

Our R-16: sector scan C1, C2, D3. Found troops approaching the city tents. Sending a query to build a defense units.

Martin: Steve, leave it! Destroy the machine! You'll kill our hopes!

Monday, November 29, 2010

Science Fair Paper Towl

Travel


Well, as we're at the atomic bomb, the last time, came a new game Fallout: New Vegas. The game took my life quite a few hours, the last and so I have a deficit. For lack of blog posts among other things you can blame Obsidian.




old friend Marcus
In Very briefly, this game has everything that Fallout 3 is that the better. More weapons, cities, jobs, interesting site ... a long exchange. Although it remained a tan the same engine, the part of developers managed to do what was killed at the Bethesda Fallout 3 It means to move atmosphere of the previous section. I really recommend this game, who played number one and two, and felt the trinity of the profession. Best part of the flavor of the past such as NCR's army, and are again supermutants supermutants, not mindless orcs, the brotherhood brotherhood of steel, deathclaws siejącymi monster terror . Only one other council, after installing the first thing you need to do is download the latest updates. The game has a lot of different more or less annoying bugs.

The old supermutantom missing a couple of blocks
Continuing the subject of games, some time in the net you can watch the game Deus Ex Trailers Human Revolution. Compared to the previously described Fallout in terms of graphics you can not find fault. Also shows interesting ideas related to technology armaments. As for the rest of the trial we will have to wait until next year. I already can not wait.



Saturday, November 27, 2010

How Does Metronidazole Work Against Trich

's Mojave Explosion Nukrealnych

Baba Wang against the atomic mushroom
recently launched the conflict between North Korea and South coincided with the date 10.10 .2010 according to the Julian calendar. It just so happens that a certain Baba on that day Wang also predicted the outbreak of World War III. It is high time to begin to build przeciwatomowy bunker in your garden, or move to any part of land, which has no military significance.

there safely spend the rest of his life among the indigenous tribes. If you do not know how to go about it, I propose to sell ice cream standing at home and the money thus obtained should be calm enough for a one way ticket and the survival of a few months we need to adapt to local conditions. Who knows, you might be able to even meet somewhere Cejrowski.

Overall, I am sure that after reviewing a few more predictions and adequate maneuvering different calendars, there would be some other catastrophes. Well, and to empathize with the climate toss Library Nukrealnych Explosions . We find in it the weight of the video recorded during the testing of this deadly weapon. Not only watch, until boredom.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Shower Rail For Corner

Neuroshimowe Tales - Gareth Texaco .

Due to lack of time SilverRATa, episodes will be posted today Pitek .. I invite you to read!


Night was coming to an end now, when the last of the mutants was knocked down one, the only shot in the eye. His corpse covered the gas station a little closer than other gangs, just for fun because someone let him run to the barricades.
Echo carried the battle is still in the desert, when from behind a makeshift barricade, two figures emerged. One of them cursed and spat in the direction of dead animals, while the other watched them in silence.
still visible above the horizon the sun slowly zabarwiało sky colors of purple and dark pink.
Nowadays, everyone watched the sunrise to be greeted by at least an honorary salute and liters of alcohol. With each passing day diminishes humanity. Bled through the wound inflicted by Moloch, mutki and ourselves.
This time, however, were some grand celebrations of the East without a day of the following. Perhaps, therefore, not to betray their presence in this place. Or maybe because there was nothing to celebrate. Anyhow both forms disappeared in the only place within a radius of 100km, which offers shade - in the shop on a deserted gas station.
In any event, what was left of it.
This morning was full of rich breakfast. Meat mutków, besides the fact that fall in between the teeth it looked awful and smelled so too, betrayed quite a lot of nutritional value. Packs of wolves
mutant, like that which attacked the station a few hours earlier, were quite commonplace sight in postwar America. People knew how to handle them carefully and enjoy this knowledge at every opportunity.
two defenders remains a great empire Texaco sat in the farthest corner shop to sheltered on three sides can proceed in peace to eat a dead wolf.
- Listen dude, you could give me his left paw? - turning to one, wearing a long gray coat.
- Eee .. you left? - With the uncertainty of the second replied, a little przygrubawy and terribly overgrown on the face, as if not shaved for months, which was probably true.
- Do not be ridiculous. I do not eat mutant limbs. - The first replied with a contemptuous grin on his face. It is not known to whom or what was targeted this grimace. Perhaps the whole world. Look a man in the mantle fell on a metal plaque attached to a thick shirt. - Is it true? You're the big Texaco TEN Gareth? This is your real name, or simply someone had just printed it and you przejąłeś along with badge?

- This is my real name. You will not believe but the guy who worked here had the same name as me.
- Incredible. And where is now your namesake? I hope it does not kropnęłeś to get the damn sticker? - Said the first, putting his hand under the coat, pretending to be looking for something and it really is odbezpieczając weapons just in case. You never know if someone with whom you fought side by arm are found to be a pig.
- No. Someone had it arranged. - Seeing the distrustful gaze of his companion added: - It is still there, spread out the toilet. You can go check it out. I just do not zarzygaj bucket right?
- I believe I have not checked. - It was a lie. Simply, just in case, he would not leave Gareth himself.
There was one of those embarrassing moments when no one speaks. Outside the sun was shining triumph after heavy fighting with the night. The two companions took the game caught the late night battle.
After an hour of meditation snatched their car wheels crunching on the gravel before the station. Gareth jumped up and without a word went to a potential client. He left the shop through the window, because there were no windows anywhere.
We went to the car, the driver went out to meet him. Holding a gun in his hand. Leveled at him.
- Mr. Easthorne greets you punk - drawled the newcomer. Pointed a gun at his forehead Gareth. Damn, Desert Eagle, swore in the spirit of the owner of the station. - Do you want to say something before you speak is not .357? Thick
wave of his hand he wrote to say that indeed has something to say. The roar of gunfire
drowned his words.
Some time later, Gareth told me that he felt a blast of warm air poliku when it passed him fired missile. Ink killer went straight in the left eye and passed through the skull from the inside out, taking with them a substantial content.
thug slumped to the ground with a dull sigh. Texaco Gareth leg and swung it rozkwasił zabitemu face.
- Not bad shoot. - He said not turning around, he knew that behind him appeared no longer a stranger. - You said where are you?
- Not your shitty business. - Briefly, "said Gunner.
- Funny - Gareth carried it with laughter. - I know someone from the same place ...