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Today in the program: Spring, Feng, Nya, Kawai and other hardships.

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And hello again. I am I, bronzecasino and today there will be the first cozy blogpost.

Well, hello again. Nice music today is pretty pleasant, I recommend it to everyone. Modern-Zhaz, something in this spirit, but this is not the point and do not care about the genre as a whole. I have well -known prejudices only relative to rap and all sorts of extreme fats, but this is only for the reason that I do not like the recitative and grains/screams. I don’t know why, but and do not really give a damn.

Well, not about music today. Spring, dude! And Chuvikhi! Here, in fact, in the last spring is much more noticeable than in the first due to the fact that from any closed and uninteresting girl began to move to all open and interesting. And this pleases the eye, while you rummage through the streets, on institutions and other places outside the house, which I usually do not love so much and love. Nya, kawaii and corpse here is that locally we did not last long. Exactly so much that thermal engines cut heating and citizens relax for about two days, tired of the preceding frying pan. Now the sun stopped warming, the clouds were covered with everything that is possible, and the heating is already tent. Here we freeze again and again.

Operation Flashpoint: Red River got

And now a few words about Operation Flashpoint: Red River. About how amazing this is the game.
Firstly, the pitch-fierce AI is surprising. Taliban, who first see the machine gun and, therefore, shoot anywhere, but not at the player. The Chinese, real followers of Lao Zi and therefore not shooting, but running and heartily obscene. Well, the Americans are the only ones, at least somehow human, you can’t say anything here. Although it is pathos without measure, but this is no longer a problem. The problems of AI of the Americans are that they will run around the wounded player and scream, they say, “Kerby shot, Bljad, Cho do, we will wake up. “And until you call it personally – it will not dare to bandage.
The second magnificent problem will get out of here. Damage. EPRST, kill me, but since when in the tactical type of simulator you can shoot in the head and not kill? And here literally it turns out that they fell into your head, the character cried out, as if he had pierced his finger, interrupted and forward. How to understand?
And how to understand the RPG system, which interferes with the normal performance of tasks and discards all interest from passing in the single to zero, because the experience gains one player, and as a result it turns out that it is much more profitable if the whole link will run in the role of snipers or grenadiers. Okholol, what?! In addition, thanks to such a system, it regularly turns out that it is trite that it is possible to equip your dudes with the necessary gadgetina. Karochi – Bljad continuous.
Although in isolation from simulativeness – not so bad, probably. And in coope. Yeah.
Further already so. Graphone, for example – full of sadness and despondency. Some cards … uninteresting and that the main thing in this case is inanimate. There is no feeling that people finally lived here. Some kind of landfill.
That’s what pleases is how it all sounds. The characters are voiced and spelled out deliciously (more precisely, only one is registered, the rest – so, for the company. Yes, and then – boltlymatereshny sergeants, as if we had never seen before). True, the sergeant is already naturally fucked by the middle of the game with its moralizing, which repeats 100,500 times per mission, and because of its army English, each of its monologues turns into a fierce hubby. At Least for Me. Sometimes – finally it is not clear what a person is talking about. Just seemed to be talking about Pandora and blue cats, when suddenly they are already talking about unsuccessful rifles. Strange Persian. The rest are registered exactly at 0, so there is no need to talk about them.
So, Chota took me away.
Karochi, this is not a simulator. This fierce cranberries have a plot, a dull graphon and playing it only in coope.

… the brave marines of Yuyyyyy tolerate wounds in the head

Here. And more recently, he stumbled upon such a cute and cool that it was already Profigel and dragged. Her name is Susan Coffey. She is Milah. And there is nothing to add. I saw, instantly stubbornly, pulled on the desktop and now I admire. Well, and also nadibal photographs, and a lot.