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Канал Андрей папа шалун

29 Aug 2023, 22:33

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Канал Андрей папа шалун

29 Aug 2023, 22:33

ムジカとソンジュ (Instrumental Version) — 小畑貴裕

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The factory hummed, producing Omnics for my army. I returned to the office, frustrated, yet inspired to sketch a refined copy of the sniper.
I marveled as the R-7000 took form. Even without a mouth, a metaphorical smile formed as I observed her. She was moving her fingers, her hands, as if she was trying to figure out how she did it.

I knew her potential.
One day, I will need her.
But for now, I'll let her awaken fully, feeling a mix of emotions I couldn't quite grasp.
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29 Aug 2023, 22:30

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We locked eyes briefly, yet she only snorted, lowering her weapon away from me.

Who is she? A sniper?
Guess not a very good one, since she'd already lost one eye.

But I'd better not make any sudden movements now, because I wouldn't want to take another shot.
Moving on, I clutched my staff tightly, suppressing my anger.
I wanted to blow her other eye out.
But not now.
I still have a lot to do.

My staff struck a final blow, freezing everything. A large man, Doomfist, spoke about Talon's aid. I agreed, sealing the deal.
The sky turned pink, yet finding shelter was tough.
Passing the spot where I was shot, I saw that woman again, beside a picture of her daughter. Our glances exchanged, and I nodded gratefully.
My staff's lines guided me back to my base faster than I thought. Suddenly, a realization hit me like a bolt of lightning – Overwatch. The woman before me was an agent of Overwatch. Anger surged through my mechanical core, a tempest of emotions swirling within. My stride quickened, a plan forming - creating copies of them to fight each other.
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29 Aug 2023, 22:27

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The sun's warm rays embraced my body, despite the unbearable heat. Walking through the desert felt like a bad idea, but I pressed on. My rubber parts seemed to be melting, yet I kept going. Each step I took sunk into the sand and rose again as my staff glided along, leaving a trail. Time felt distorted, and my thoughts turned to Mondatta's efforts, feeling like they weren't enough.

I reached the temple of Anubis, or what I thought to be it.
The empty streets were unsettling. Even back in London, people had mocked me for my appearance. Somewhere distant, water dripped, adding tension. I walked cautiously, mindful of my appearance.

Suddenly, pain pierced my back, like darts, causing me to turn. I turned to see an elderly woman. I controlled my anger, raising my mechanical hands as she aimed again.
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