Тим Скоренко - Геймплей.
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Behind the wave cutters of the seas, behind the overwhelming forests,
Looks behind the edge of the disk -shaped land
Silent monk-pilgrim, not noticing the clock,
What was the time, stretched out, passed.
He sees the marvelous mechanisms of the binding system
And amazing air whales,
And his right eye burns with a purple-red spark,
And the left CHEND is ready for surprises.

And even if a pinochet suddenly comes to the new government,
Marazmatic wretched old man,
Pilgrim will not be surprised, holding a palm on a sword
And blasphering a wild anger inside.
He will turn away from the system of delusions and ver,
Will send to the forefathers of tin kings,
And Gordon Freeman will smile, charging the revolver,
Since Gamplei will become interesting.

Well, come on, play, health in units - a hundred,
Four types of Scotgans and two dozen grenades,
You will wait for your paradise in which there is a lot of free
Than in a real paradise, similar to hell.
Around the bend of any, behind the stained glass of corridor,
Behind the barricade in the subway and in the underground pipe
A vile mutant lurks, his filthy muzzle
In the lights of the faces, you are so hated by you.

The process has been going on for a long time, the world is saturated than,
But thank God, a hero appeared,
Who will defend without the question "Why?"
Which will play the game.
They shoot from the bazuk, the missiles fly to it,
You just can't get it like it,
He continues the way on foot, the trunks of the shotgans twisting,
Throwing the monsters into an armor -piercing trembling.

To complete the war, where there is only one in the field,
It is necessary to apply all funds,
And the plasmoth from the wide chest leaves,
And it spreads around the blue.
The laws of physics are garbage, our Gordon tears to pieces
Those who are faster and much stronger,
And the steam from the microcircuits that he is implanted in whiskey,
When he cuts and shreds pigs.

So do not regret the arsenal, the costume is charged in full,
Urine in the toilers of enemies and menacingly hit the mirror;
When the finale comes, peaceful waves will roll
Having saved you at the time of electric latch
You will become a superstar by placing strong hands,
By taking a beautiful -bucket ale in his embrace,
And your friend will grin, a good guy Duke Nyukem,
Hugging the crowd of stripper under the ringing of the melody "Belle".

And the pilgrim will return to his usual affairs,
On the very edge of the long -known worlds,
And contemplating the universe under the whisper of the oars,
He will forget that he had once poured blood.
He will slowly bend under the invasion of years,
Sweepers to solitaire and pinball,
And a combination of keys "Ctrl", "Alt" and "Delete"
Once he will peacefully be put down under the floor.

But someone will intercept a new one from old hands
Icy radial gun,
Gleaming gloomily, the next game will be installed,
Starting post -apocalyptic nonsense.
And even if Paul sweat reigns on the planet,
And he will smile at the Red -Khmerm regiments,
Another comrade Freeman will take
And it will turn alone.

In a fresh levela in a hurry, where a crazy wizard
Creates alien scum from strange test tubes,
And, leading the machine gun to the merciless chef,
You smile yourself, giving a shot for a “time”.
You speak with yourself in a plague dialect,
Inexplicable in conversations between ordinary people,
When the tenth masterpiece from N-Interactive
You will give you the opportunity to save this world again:
Well, save this world!