Game: Battleborn. Page 1

craters.

... I didn't immediately recover. It took a few weeks and a new rocket launcher.

Stumps. Me. In the ass. And fill me with chocolate. Did someone paint the bomb so that it now looks like me?! THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MODEL OF EXPLOSIVES IN THE UNIVERSE!!! Now let's send Benedict to Benedict!

“I suppose Sergeant Montana is on duty at the armory tonight, and you can ... Oh my God! He has already flown! HALF AN HOUR AFTER FOOD, DO NOT RISE ABOVE 10 METERS !!!

- ... And here we have a dining room! Here you can coolly freeze the worm - HA! Worm! Appreciated my joke? You're like, bird!
- Well, yes, in a way. Will this excursion of yours last a long time?
- I've left the tastyat it for last. Welcome to the armory.
- Oh wow...
- I knew you'd like it. You've had a hard time in the last couple of weeks - lost the planet and that's it...
- Yes in her ass! You guys have such cool stuff here!... Oh my gosh, is it the KX-13? With autocharging?! Yes, I even sneer at my planet!
- I had a slightly different thought, but since you like it...
- Fate brought me here! Right to this pile of coolness! Thank you, Valelsi!!!
- Well, uh... Enjoy yourself.

"So, I'm walking up a hill, a supply of firewood is tied to my back for the whole winter, and I'm thinking, 'Damn, what a beautiful day, today I'm going to go down the western trail,' I'll make a variety, you know? And so I go and go, and then right out of nowhere - bang! - Two bears, angry as hell and half a meter taller than me, and I still thought: "Here's crap, the axe is at the bottom left." I then rushed to this two bears and thought, "Well, with or without an axe, you'll have to make it with these hands, right? So, I run to this creature and almost halfway through realize that this is an alpha male, well, one of those with crooked, poisonous claws. Man, do you want to experience life in a new way? Fight the alpha male two bears... Well, did I answer your question?
- Yep, and the question was, "What's your name?"
- Ah... This is. Montana.
- Is it a first name or surname?
- I have no other names, Chief.

MIKE, buddy! Hi, how is it? I don't often write letters, but I decided to draw you here!
How are you doing with the infusion into the team? Ok? Good to hear! I can't believe we both serve on the Nega. Yeah, I've sent them a dozen requests and we've kind of been serving together for the last few years, but really, is that cool?!
By the way, can you do that? And? And that? SO!... Oh, that's not a video. Yes. Anyway, I did it like it there, I did it like... Push ups... well, you get the understanding. Only with the C1 model on the back. That's it! Ta-dam!
Okay... it's time to run. I will fry the valelsi hive from the cannon. As if not to be late for transport! See you!
Your best friend, Montana.
P.S. Vote to make my main theme the anthem of OMR!

- Fine! Because there was ... well, basically ... harsh male poetry about murder and all. Unsuitable for an AI lady.

I once whiled away the time, being carried away by pop comedy. I told a joke, then dropped the microphone on Mike. He didn't get up anymore, because I crushed his neck with my boot. Boom - and Mike was gone.

Hint: This isn't Mike's brain. But it was better this way. Because then the zombie hare would attack him and eat his brain. I would pay for a show like this. Oh yeah.

Two Mike came in. None came out. Because no one ordered them, so they stayed. Dumb ones.

How many T-shirts do you need to change the plasmid on the crystal panel? Not one - they all die somewhere else.

Smack-smack, Foxtrot Whiskey.

- It looks like the ex-champion has passed out. Dave, you have the floor.