Аннотация: This work opens a new genre of fiction Hyperfuturism, incredible adventures of a variety of cool and gentle, simple and original characters attract attention, making frantically experience from the first to the last line. Read the book first.
STRONGER ALMIGHTY GOD!
This work opens a new genre of fiction Hyperfuturism, incredible adventures of a variety of cool and gentle, simple and original characters attract attention, making frantically experience from the first to the last line. Read the book first.
PEOPLE ARE CREATORS OF THE UNIVERSE!
Summary of the first book.
The prologue shows an episode of a space battle with the participation of the embodied soul of Vladimir Lenin, in one of the created by people of the distant future (In this case, children are entertained in the role of quasi-Dying Creators of the most real universes!) Of the universe. A special form of essence, where the natural laws and physical constants are set arbitrarily, in accordance with the game of the mind and the fantasies of the creators-people. In the first Chapter of a simple GG a boy and a girl, pure and innocent to save the wife of an oligarch. But the "grateful" billionaire wants to, or satisfy his bisexual lust, and sadistic tendencies. A boy and a girl while trying to resist die and rise again in the world are truly a bright and happy future. Science has reached such incredible heights that the possibilities of humanity overshadowed the wildest imagination. Even small children can create their own worlds and real universes with myriads of galaxies and innumerable inhabited worlds. Man himself arbitrarily manages, seemed unshakable processes physics, chemistry, biology. For example, creating stars and planets the most incredible shapes, which can... even sex! Commands people and in particular people of the future Altmer and Alfida removed at the time of death GG Alexander and Julieta, leaving instead the biological flawlessly copied from real corpses layouts. By the way, in fact in the real world, no one(!), does not die, any person can draw from the past, rejuvenate (if he is a man) instead of leaving the dust of a finely crafted copy of soulless, so as not to disrupt the course of history. So, that people and immortal, and virtually Omnipotent, although for moreover, to make their own universes resurrected still need learn, and have people future abilities inborn. Perfect bodies consist of multi-Princeps plasma (can take any shape and size, barking their own energy capable of creating or annihilating entire galaxies, or even superclusters of galaxies). It seems that everything is subject, but... People of the future are bored, they just have nothing more to wish for! Almost all adults have gone to Nirvana: a state of absolute bliss, and the universe only children, boys and girls, and "novovoskreshennye" have not had time to get tired of this super-rich and Hyper-Communist life. Among them are old friends: Lenin and Peter the great. Too frolic as far as the imagination allows, revel in boundless opportunities... and more and more miss...
Altmer and Elpida also want to go to Nirvana and finally create ten huge, with trillions of galaxies and textilene worlds of universes! Each of the grandiose Creations is original and unique, with arbitrarily established by the Young Creators of the physical laws, which are still able to change by themselves. Startled popadanets Alexander offers them a little adventure: to temporarily abandon their quasi-artistic abilities and be embodied by ordinary people in their own universe, to begin with in the simplest as close to our earthly universe. Altmer and Alfida accept such offer, they are joined by king Peter and leader of the world proletariat Vladimir Lenin. Then the narrative splits into three lines, and the pairs are mixed. Alexander and the girl-goddess Aliviada get into the world of antiquity and become slaves, but then they manage to escape. Read a lot of adventure and magic and intrigue. The young man-God Altmer and Julien are in the pre-industrial era, almost immediately faced with the pirates. Altmer he becomes a pirate, and Julienne a natural beautiful girls way to the Sultan's harem. Lenin and Peter the Great find themselves in a capitalist country, roughly the current level of technological development. They are trying to find themselves, but the restless Vladimir Ilyich dreams of a new revolution, and not only amasses capital, but also prepares a coup, in which he is helped by a young, but very strong, gifted witch! Serious intrigue is twisting. The series, a lot of colorful, and detailed battles of all kinds: space, magic, the level of the middle ages, modernity, at sea, land, underground, the Internet and even in the depths of the stars!
Until written the first three books, but if you type in Internet Samizdat rybachenko, then make sure, that for me realistically, write faster, than on novel for month. I have more than a hundred fantastic, historical, detective, Patriotic novels. As well as many short stories and novels. Having started writing seriously since 2005, rybachenko Oleg came in 1st place in Samizdat in terms of works of more than eighty-two thousand authors!.
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The future of humanity - what awaits us? Will civilization disappear in nuclear wars or in terrible terrorist attacks. The current world is divided, in a state of crisis, dominated by pessimism, billions of people suffer, life is short, full of diseases, fears, problems. It is difficult to find a happy and healthy person, there are terrible disagreements, countries are biting, drug addiction and crime are flourishing. Many will accuse me of an overly optimistic view of the future of the Earth, where to dream of Mega-hypervelic Domination - at least to survive, to raise normal children, not to die and not to go crazy. And the Church may be accused of heresy - a man under the age abilities of the Almighty God and create other universes. As this is incredible! But when everything is within your power and you become the master of things, other dangers and problems lie in wait for you! We will try to penetrate into the mystery of the universe, and understand the psychology of people who have achieved omnipotence. How can know it is the future and expects the human race, if he is wise enough and moral.
Science will give mankind infinite omnipotence and absolute immortality!
The development of science, without moral upbringing: like trying to light a cigarette from a nuclear explosion! Of the test circuit, do not allow to evaporate too light thoughts. The burden of responsibility is heavy, but frivolity leads to even more serious consequences!
Behind the way is milky,
The first step is important in life!
See over the universe again,
Whirlwinds of furious attacks!
And the battle is going again,
Boils hyperplasy fire!
And Lenin so young,
Strikes with beams!
The universe in all ends,
We are stronger than the God of their fathers,
Over nature, the power of the Almighty,
Neoplasmas beat fighters.
And the battle is going again,
Boils hyperplasy fire!
And Lenin so young,
Strikes with beams!
With the sky mercy of not wait for,
Who the stupid people are waiting for the zeros!
We will resurrect who died with honor,
The areas of science all the way!
And the battle is going again,
Boils hyperplasy fire!
And Lenin so young,
Strikes with beams!
In the past, heat and snow,
The world was rich and poor.
And now any Creator,
Star conveyor is a machine!
And the battle is going again,
Boils hyperplasy fire!
And Lenin so young,
Strikes with beams!
And Lenin so young,
Caused by megabombus punch!
The last months of his terrible agony Vladimir Ilyich remembered vaguely.
The consciousness of the destroyed brain was disintegrating, and most of the time the leader of the world proletariat spent in a muddy slumber. And when the intellect occasionally shone, the back and unbearably, slow for thirsty brains pain. A sense of slow dying, his own insignificance and at the same time sinfulness. Ahead, the burning, painful flames of the underworld, or at best, the hopeless, frightening darkness of nothingness, seemed to be burning. But that merciful death finally snatched a suffering soul from the darkest dungeon of the terminally ill body.
A miracle happened; for the first time in recent months, and maybe even years, the dull, on the contrary tearing apart the whole body pain disappeared, Lenin felt a pleasant lightness and extraordinary clarity of thought. He blinked a couple of times; the almost blind, colorless eyes of the last couple of years, were able to see the bright colors again. Even a little creepy from the unusual light and feeling of vivacity, the desire to run and fight. Although the Chairman of the Council of people's Commissars and did not feel his head, Vladimir Ilyich glanced at himself, squinting down his eyes( or something quite successfully replacing them) and exclaimed in amazement:
- Arcarese it turns out comrades!
It is quite natural to expect that the leader of the world proletariat will become a spirit after leaving the shackles of the material. Even the fact that he received a body is not so surprising, there is such a thing in the transmigration of souls in the world religions. But it happened that way... Vladimir Ilyich saw and felt that his flesh was changed, now the leader of the - application of coconut sandwich alligator with threaded slices of tomato and tiger shark strawberry. (Where, such extraordinary information?). As if feeling the confused mood of the former pre-drug Committee, transmits melodic female voice on-Board computer:
- Don't panic comrade Lenin. Of course, your soul at the moment is embodied in a sandwich of hybrid animals with eight thin, like goosebumps-cockroaches seven-fingered legs and feet. But believe me it is very good!
- Where's the sandwich brain? Vladimir Ilyich asked mechanically.
- Floats in the innards, thinks, when there is an interaction, plant-animal flesh. - Calm and beautiful, melodious manner answered a girl's voice. But the timbre suddenly became more serious and there were notes of embarrassment. - I'm sorry and don't get angry friend of the Great Lenin. Believe me it's temporary, just a fun game. Very soon you will be able to choose any shell and live on an endless choice in any universe where you want yourself.
Vladimir Ilyich is really not angry, really after the hell from which he just pulled out to be a sandwich, and even with handles and legs is not so bad.
And what it's like to feel like food... But decent people always want to eat the bastards, but instead of a feast it is only food for thought about the bone in the throat! However, not everything is so gloomy, even laughter involuntarily breaks out. The leader of the world proletariat sees everything at once with his chitinous shell. The moment Lenin was in a kind of curiosity, in the form of a transparent of the slope and at the same time the water lilies, the car. And not a defenceless Mimosa in his hand, the hologram is breaking out options: Hyperplan - 29, weapons: megakaryocyte emitters or four pieces and two magazinnaya guns (the power of the second volley 370 megatons, or 25 thousand atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima) and one kinesigenic beamer. Wow, date a decent weapon! - with admiration the thought of Vladimir Ilyich, though they could not in principle know and see the effect of a bomb "the Kid". Chief-sandwich-boy, was she:
- Archaic, however!
And the spectacle was, indeed zalyubueshsya: faces are endless, but its apparent tangible and finite sphere like a gigantic fluttered with vague shapes, but all colors and shades of the rainbow ghosts. Then it became more weird, from lush black velvet of space, floated the whimsical contours of the starships. The largest of them was a mix of a dump truck and an eagle! Only feathers glittered all colors of the rainbow, wheels type strewn with poppy seeds and strawberries like cooked on culinary bake cheesecakes. Lenin with smile sang:
- For the revolution suffer, imagining me the tale - dope darkness! I will pray; God grant the commune is steeper than the garden of Paradise! So the cap became bright!
Vladimir Ilyich kind of stunned, I guess, this is delirium tremens; the space ship in the form of an eagle and a truck with strawberries it's not even cool, and archicree.
Hyperplane-29, six striking trunks and a barrel-less emitter( this is something like a hybrid of a Trident and an antenna) . And you're the former leader of the world proletariat sandwich with scratchy feet. If you add to it and fanciful stars...
Lenin rubbed his thin hand on the transparent surface that looked like a frosty pattern, giggled:
- I'm not telling you to choke! From laughter can be to die! Skewed in ecstasy faces, from hell rushing, bear!
Starships with a crew of sandwich really was frightening and ridiculous at the same time. Different cars, cars future futuristic artsy mixed with birds, and earth and obviously of alien origin. Such are the technetronic-biological hybrids: one is funny. From them erupted peculiar waves, it seemed that the surface of the vacuum loosened, and foamed, if you can hold such an allegory.
Well, and commanded all this Armada chop steak. So juicy and individual, that it flowed vegetable fat, garnish the berries and then change colour. The limbs of the delicacy moved in such a way that it seemed to perform an Indian dance. Vladimir Ilyich in the new body perceives everything quickly and immediately. With the help of a kind, using cherry blotches telepathic panorama.
And the commander of the steak is not simple, densely Packed with raisins, which makes it especially smart. And he has a military rank. On the hologram of the on-Board computer flashed the inscription: the name of the commander - Choke-ka-Marshal Boo-Boo. Ariplane!
Lenin remarked ironically: Argyrodite title for eatables. As it sometimes happens in the wrong worlds. Instead of a good appetite - choke!
Boo-Boo threshing legs in the air and hysterically roars:
- Ultra-battleships baked on the latest recipes?
Chew-Marshal Biff-Biff in the form of chocolate with nuts meatballs responds with a ringing female voice:
- They cooked these cooks, when the crowbar is just a superweapon! Megaderma bomb, against this background, the snail against a Cheetah!
Choke-ka-Marshal changing the tone, subtly, on the contrary much thicker, swaying, tittering:
- We are meat eaters the highest coolest of the coolest nation. And no sladkopojna we are not opponents! Especially if to dissolve in the multi-orgasmen ecstasy.
In time with the words this, that cloying mouth-watering warrior, a few escaped ahead of the rest, avant-garde vehicle came under turbulent flow, smashing magenergy, and half-dead machine flattened, forcing burn as doused with Cologne blotter. But this did not bother the warrior-generals.
BIF-BIF rock on the belly pearly teeth and sending a glare of sunbeams, offered:
- You need to send in the vanguard frigates? They will be very prikolnoy combination pliers ten-claw!
Boo-Boo howled, his thin fingers ran over the scanner.:
- Build a pin! Call the sweet crush!
The frigates were in the form of hybrid cars and Orioles. Such, here is in this universe graceful starships. Several tens of thousands of such ships huddled in the center, a little ahead of the entire Armada and moved in a kind of spiral. It was like a giant boa consisting of many threatening parts. And maybe twist the rod having a composite particle made of atoms - combat ships.
Here, for example, the beauty of the beauty of the frigate cutlets Alabaster a kind of Baroness, meat stuffed with cloves and tank eggs ( this is when the belly of the fish is not round eggs, and a lot of tanks of a variety of colors and designs!). She recently did a successful transaction is laid in the multi-Lombard planet she doesn't belong. These are the things to throw in Hyperintense. In this all transactions take place in a special multicines space, and there is true freedom, and freedom comes naked!
Now the Baroness wants to fight. Though on the other hand with her money is not ekzaltatsija to hyperpolarize.
Dancing polka Marshal Beef-beef in touch:
- Where cloying sickeningly opponent?
- In vacuum Swaziland! - Provisal delicious Baroness. It will be soon inesquecivel Mago-mondavoshki.
Lenin inside his space Hyperplane, feels familiar like a Cossack on a horse, like a couple hours he was not dying paralytic. Each foot finds its magasiner, driving a strange car. In my head POPs up information: graphicidentity, neutralize rest mass, so it cratoneuron fighter has no inertia. Wow! Not conceivable for his time with plywood biplanes maneuverability.
Lenin throws his Hyperplan in the side. One! The store lights went out. However, you're making a maneuver, against which the loop of Nestor, like the Hippo dancing tango, and not even feel the movements like barsthere in the cafeteria.
But no dozing. That's like a black velvet carpet of space burnt the corners of starships. The adversary broke out of the star abyss. However, the lights are still fruits and animals. Starships of the enemy, is also a hybrid of conventional propeller planes and mammals of all kinds. How beautiful and ridiculous!
BIF-BIF ringing tone quipped:
Like a beggar with a purse!
Boo-Boo added to as wedged, maintaining a sparkling tone:
Almost immediately, the missiles were met with powerful detonating radiation. Most of them rushed straight into space, spewing the energy of billions of Hiroshima. Clown faces in the form of super-bright became much more throwing out dazzling languages. Some of the most successful, yet arrived to starships, hitting the cruiser sladkopojna. The car in the shape of a German Yu-188, and a Cheetah, sprinkled. Despite the seeming comicality of rockets that didn't look like Christmas decorations, the battle was real. Lenin thought he heard the screams of tens of thousands of melted and vaporized candies and candies. Horror, a sense of in space souls pain, each individual personality. Stupid is the one who thinks that candy is not able to feel, to dream. Every personality is also a universe: though small, but unique in its individuality!
In space blossomed lush deadly flower, and in all directions scattered flaming fragments. His one rocket crushed in Princeps-plasma vortex frigate. A burning stream of vaporized partitions, corridors, cabins along with delicious chocolates.
Lenin with the philosophy of foxes, noticed:
- Not bad when the food runs out, and it is bad when the food talks!
Sweet-eaters put in response, already several million rockets. It was like a fall of hailstones, only the hailstones exploded very brightly, though in a flash in the form of reflections of flowers in a crooked mirror. Comparison with fireworks too pathetic and not expressive.
- Hurry up and pick up the pace! Total convergence!
One of the ultra-battleships was seriously damaged. From a hole the size of a lunar crater that had disappeared in the hull, flaming air was ejected, burning in a vacuum: it resembled the eruption of lava of a thousand volcanoes of Krakatoa. It's just a show of fire. And along the corridors ran burgers, sausages, sausages, sandwiches. What frightened the similarity of the faces are skewed, who was not agile enough just burn.
And burned in a frying pan cutlet is not the most pleasant sight.
The Baroness Alabaster rubbed her paw baked crust of his lover, the page of the Magician-Bush:
- Well, that my appetizing a boy? It seems the show has begun!
Dust leaping sung:
- The show has begun - hands together, legs apart! Moisten all sortite - baking live!
The frigate jolted, jerked the rocket flows hyperplastic particles, licked, deadly tongue body. The wing of the Oriole vibrated like a guitar string.
The Baroness threw gum in your mouth from manure crocodile dandelion, extremely fragrant, and its refreshing:
- What same without shake there is no movement, without death evolution!
MAG-Bush burst into a Nightingale:
- Evolution is what happens in adult movies! But in Hell, too, no, know candy, there burns a fierce Tuffet!
The tip of the meat eaters go deeper into the belly of the Armada of sweet eaters. In this case, it was like trying to drill a convex lens from many millions of starships. Only sparks fell...
As convergence: the exchange of blows became harder and harder, in the course went already and cinecurve kinesiologie cannon emitters. The principle of their action as did the Leaders of the world proletariat negovanovic, with transfer constants finishing spray interaction thermomolecular or simply magomarcelo synthesis, a corny electromagnetic striking effect. Such very frequent impulses, annihilation shells without mass: consisting of a continuous combined energy.
Here's frigates entered inescarable contact: as seen from the pulse spread of a rotating tower on the wings. Torn in half cutlet moaned hysterically, and her friend's sausage was burned by a third and scattering crystal tears, howling:
I'm miserable! Disabled! My meat, from the cow hurts!
Slightly singed sausage tried to console:
- There would be bones, and meat, itself will increase!
Nipple howled even harder:
- Now even ketchup won't help me have kids?
Meatlug pulling out of the pierced flesh antenna and flicking chunks of sauce with flavorful fatty gravy, and smiled:
- Yes that would still increase the population!
Pulled kinesiology bomb, and so much more powerful impetus for scattered photons and a red-hot optimist, his crippled friends and fifty of matapozuelos and a few hundred military, so very picturesque in appearance of robots.
Nearby was burning cruiser, Giprogor used for his makeup not only matter, but energy GeneSpring space. And there meat products perished, each with its own unique personality with a set of emotions and feelings.
Sweetbreads suffered no less. Lady hood's Brigantine is gone. And after all what was candy, drove mad Cavaliers in four galaxies.
Hyperprior-Marshal Pass pass yelled:
- Ticks on total rapprochement.
Ultramedia-Marshal Mam-umam tried to raise the clarity of holograms. It increased, on the contrary reduced image of the different sectors of the battle. Her little voice squeaked:
- Space is split, too many different call signs!
- Try to reproduce the construction of the jellyfish!
Hyperplan, Vladimir Lenin moved closer to the enemy builds. Enemy fighters right in front of Lenin. Unlike large ships, they are quite normal, something in between the Stingray and the American invisible "Stealth"( and where the leader of the world proletariat such knowledge? The genius of Archigenes well, and nothing else to say!).
Vladimir Ilyich exclaimed joyfully:
- Finally there is an Important case!
On the hologram there was an image of a sausage in a seven-color wrapper:
- What cute boy? Maybe you want hypertrax?
Lenin barked angrily:
- Obscene words can not Express the polygraph Poligrafic!
The sausage recovered, playfully explaining, arching the whole camp as if dancing a Lambada:
- I had a cooler view of the enemy Hyper fuck!
The leader of the world proletariat laughed:
- That's what you did right!
Sausage muttered, one of the stars floating in space began to tear his beard and mutter:
- Booga booga booga dot ru! I am in the worlds sweet powder will erase!
And here is the first enemy, he shoots Lenin. The leader of the world proletariat leaves on the broken line:
- And you I see as grandmother's cock!
Hyperplan, the opponent writes a pirouette and stumbles upon the inflorescence rays, launched by Vladimir Lenin. Fighter shakes on the surface runs a blue flame. Sitting in it candy whines:
- Vacuum! I'm melting!
Lenin, baldeya he fresh sensations, skalit belly:
- Inesquecivel radiation melts in fire, not in your mouth!
The fighter explodes, fragments fly as a window glass broken by a Tomboy. Vladimir Ilyich remembered his childhood. The teacher gave her an " f " for God's Ungodly law. Then the future Leader of the world proletariat as revenge, knocked him almost all the Windows of a homemade slingshot. Something young became examples to many generations prankster could justly be proud, slingshot had five rubber bands, are arranged in a sequence and had enormous destructive power.
Partner-weenie breaks off thoughts:
- We don't need a second pass! Our first move, our last move!
Here is and the next opponent. Distinguished by logic, Vladimir Ilyich was even surprised: single-seat fighters billions, and the battle has not yet turned into a dump.
This enemy maneuvers, trying to bring down the sight, it is a brilliant candy, and seeking to show off wit:
You like ketchup?
Vladimir Ilyich answered mechanically:
- Yes, especially the mixture of tomato and mango!
Suddenly as Lollipop will offer:
- Maybe, not let us kill each other, and mind let's measure ourselves?
The leader of the world proletariat was surprised:
- It's like?
Lollipop fun giggled and sparkled even more:
- We clean the machine, photon's younger brother!
Lenin, feeling the elation quickly replied:
- The machine is best to clean what happens when the enemy during the battle and puts in his pants. And photon's younger brother is a traitor's conscience, even smaller than this particle!
- Yes you very is a clever Vladimir Ilyich! Well, your first shot, and if you miss, it is a sandwich will ask me a question!
The hyperplane froze in the air: Lenin without further ADO thrust from all guns. Tongue Twister blurting out:
- Sorry, you were quite appetizing, but not raw! I don't want to get indigestion!
The leader of the world proletariat is an excellent hunter, as a rule, did not miss. Fighter cracked like a piece of ice, slivers flashed brightly, and then to black. Even became profoundly sad!
Lenin sang, with genuine sadness:
Case rarely warrior gray hair,
Yes on war deaden feelings!
Blade honed hurt,
Heart stone in the shower is empty!
And space is also evil to take,
It's all open - no trench!
Here attacks the Earth creature,
The curse of the prophet has come true!
Star sheds a sad light,
Where's the fun - the other in the grave!
Let there be a feat, this sung,
In the Holy, exalted.
I lead the ship through the fog,
Pray to escape death's sting!
Do not confused captain,
In the depths of vile deception!
The comet is a good sign,
She promises in battles victory!
Red poppy flag flies,
Own galaxy will come!
Fatherland under you the whole world,
Recognized the sanctity of voluntarily!
And who is now in the country idol,
We choose arbitrarily!
But once again duty calls soldier,
Many of the constellations, and empires!
And we have one homeland,
Serve it is true Russians draw!
War, war, everywhere war,
Burn the planets, the stars cry!
In childhood Dreams of silence,
We pray about the rest of the tear!
But never Russ , not will betray,
Even if death is inevitable!
After all, the knight will not tolerate shame,
Its essence rebellious!
A little bit more, hit the jump,
Opponent is rattled... runs away!
All difficulties only for an hour,
Fatherland same age shines!
The leader of the world proletariat sang( he had a good voice even during his lifetime) and fought like a lion. It seemed to him that she was no longer the head of the world's first socialist state, and a brave Russian warrior, persistently and successfully fighting in the galactic war.
Here is another transparent "poprygunchik", caught the most accurate hit burst like a soap bubble. Candy, dying sluggishly squeaked:
"Black cheese co..." And vanished.
Vladimir Ilya suddenly became ashamed:
And why are we fond of archivername - plywood patriotism! This is a kind of caricature of Soviet patriotism!
- And you're just a diva from the madhouse!
Vladimir Ilyich was seriously angry:
- Other revile those who usually impose the pants in the fight!
Sausage of the race, brought down the streams inesqueciveis pulses. They flew like confetti, but breaking into the dangerous proximity of the transparent armor, slightly melted it.
Arabella played "barrel", turned around axis and has moved diagonally, simultaneously down and to the left. Then a spiral up the hill.
The sausage giggled:
- You sausages are finished pacifists!
Vladimir Ilyich parried:
Better to be cool to be a fascist than without the rod, a pacifist! Added leaving in broken lines the flow from the Princeps-plasma ejected in the form of prompt blots. - A strong traits, safer weak angel will provide Paradise on Earth!
His breakthrough single in the style kangaroo and two guns, and four machine guns lupanul the target. Annoying partner, who became an obsessive opponent, shattered into a million pieces. Posthumous squeak:
Vladimir Ilyich commented:
And what yummy she wanted to say! O Supreme intelligence, what vulgarity, so to imitate America! Lenin cried out bitterly. - And where to roll this universe!
The battle was getting bigger. Here are two of the dreadnought, not calculating the speeds encountered. The hybrid racing car and the hawk rammed a mixture of Mi-27 and the tiger.
Can you imagine the hassle? The beak of a gigantic bird stuck into the mouth of an angry tiger. Both huge on a thousand kilometers corps brutally started shaking, has passed the vibrancy. Millions of matapozuelos and sladkopojna was a candy crunch on the teeth is tapered. And fighting robots in the form of metal insects together and squeaked in the binary range: