> пук

>сажечмоня вкинула очевидный тухлый байт

>с сажечмоней разговаривают как с человеком

>Эти девственники вообще существуют, если не считать совсем ничтожных домоседов без жизни?

>Тани и Айнзы

>Кирито пришел к успеху.

> он до сих пор свою тёлку не выебал

>он до сих пор свою тёлку не выебал.

>А почему Таня по таймлайну в свои 9-13 лет+недоразвитое тело не трахается думаю объяснять не нужно.

>Потому что он мужик внутри, это же очевидно!

>С такой логикой можно любого ГГ спрашивать "а чего ты не хочешь в задний проход?"

>Не реверс-исекай про детектива и орко-эльфийскую шлюху

>какое плохое аниме

>обязательно посмотрю все сезоны

>ссылку

>Ладно, просто дай ссылку на сайт.

>в ответ на скинутое даже спасибо сказать не могут, и начинают орать, какой сайт говно

>обсуждение сил персонажей квартета

>страсти по щиту

>срачи об определении природы исекая

>что мне известно о лагерях повстанцев

>выкрикивать поразительные научные факты

> He was the sort of youth who, so far unsatisfied with the rough country girls of the village, would face any danger for the sake of a “pure and beautiful” young maiden. He was not bad-looking, and was often seen caring for children, but for some reason he had not been very popular with the women of the village. Perhaps that was because the only children he took care of were always young girls…

>“We know. Our balance and our numbers are terrible. Up until just a few months ago, we had two girls with us too, an archer and a mage.”

>“What happened to them?” Mile asked, innocently.

>The others looked aghast, but it was too late.

>“A party of four handsome guys came calling, and they ran off! The other day they came crawling back, all, ‘Let’s team up again!’ But we refused. We’re not interested in dragging pregnant women off to battle, and we have no intention of raising other men’s kids!”

>Officer:"Значит вы выполнили заказ наших врагов. Получается вы предатели?"

>CV:"Нет, мы охотники и нас не интересует кто наш заказчик. Нам важны деньги"

>Officer:"Но как насчёт патриотизма? Хм. В таком случае вы свое тело тоже за деньги продадите?"

>CV:батхерт и молчание

>The enemy archers sent a wave of arrows flying. Mile, in turn, sent a protective gust of wind in the direction of the arrows.

>“Wind-ow! Wind-ow! Wind-ooooow!”

>Swept off course by the wind, the enemies’ arrows crashed to the ground.

>This, naturally, was because windows always crash.

>аниме ориджинал

> как Майл даунплеит свои оп способности

> Until the current battle, Mile had been convinced that her own body possessed half of an elder dragon’s sturdiness. However, owing to her previously shattered bones, she now knew that wasn’t the case.

> If she thought about it, this made sense. Her bones, muscles, and tendons were nowhere near the size of an elder dragon’s, so she couldn’t possibly have half their strength or power. Not unless she had an orichalcum skeleton or woven-carbon nanotube muscles.

> Even for a (so-called) God, it was probably impossible to make something human-sized, out of the normal human materials, that was stronger than a human. At the very least, impossible to do while still calling such a creation “human.”

>магия гравитации

>Дайте мне 1 тонну веса

> A hardworking salaryman by day immerses himself on weekends in the pen-and-paper roleplaying game Dungeons & Braves, where he plays his favorite character: a max level wizard. When his real life abruptly ends, he is given a second chance as Geo Margilus, his magic user from the game. The powers, wealth, and enchanted loot that he gathered across endless hours of imaginary adventures are now made real. The catch? He's transported to the world of Sedia, a fantasy realm where evil abounds, and ravenous daemons threaten mankind.

>funa

>четвертый пик

> She seemed so kind, I had to go and ask, “You don’t have a grudge against us?”

> “A grudge…? Why would I?”

> Liliya looked perplexed. Really, I shouldn’t have asked. But my mouth did it all on its own. “We’re the ones who started the whole war. The ones who caused the problem. Or—oh yeah—I heard people call our fatherland ‘the bankrupt relative.’”

> I borderline self-deprecatingly murmured the truth.

> Everyone fighting the Empire whispered it. We could have avoided this meaningless war if only the Entente Alliance hadn’t been so careless.

> Sadly—I sighed a little in my head—I’m already used to being talked about behind my back.

>“Huh? Well, it’s a party celebration… So, the five of us should…” the girls started.

>Brett replied wearily, “A five-person party? No, the Flaming Wolves are a three-man band and have been for several months. You girls’ fellow party members are those four handsome fellows, aren’t they? You all cast us aside, saying we were nothing but pathetic country bumpkins. We’re nothing more than some guys who used to be your allies. You have no business with us now.

>“If anyone should be celebrating with us tonight, it should be the people who fought alongside us. Those girls over there best fit that bill. Besides, isn’t alcohol bad for an unborn child?”

>не расскажи, а покажи

>никто из правящей элиты за полгода(?) хантерской деятельности так и не был проинформирован на этот счет

> In D&B, the biggest headache for magic users is selecting which spells to charge each day and deciding how to use each of those limited charges. Geo was a max-level magic user (and, by extension, so was I), which meant he could charge up to eighty-one spells a day—nine for each of the nine ranks of spells. Of the spells I considered casting, the obvious choice was Wizard Key, which would allow me to open the lock on the cell door or free my hands from the stocks, but there were several other spells that would also be useful if I planned to escape.

> When the transformation was complete, I was holding two ten-sided dice—one white, one black. With the two dice, I needed to roll an activation check. Taken together, the two dice represented a number between 1 and 100. If I were to roll a 100, a result with one percent probability, my attempt to cast the spell would result in a so-called fumble, and the spell would not activate. This activation check is not required by D&B rules, but the game master at the time suggested we include it, in his words, “to make the game more thrilling.”

> “Yeah,” I grumbled, “probably shouldn’t have gone along with that one…”

> I tossed the dice onto the bookrest.

> This was why the bookrests were flat. There needed to be a place to roll any dice the spell checks required. The sound of rolling dice brought back memories. I looked to see how they landed. The white die read 0 and the black die 9. The white represented the tens’ place and the black the ones’ place, so the result was 09/100. I shivered a little. I’d almost fumbled.

> “Invincibility.”

> It wasn’t as if I had seen any in real life before, but taking what I knew from games and manga, these guys were definitely bandits. If they appeared as characters in a story, one might be tempted to dismiss them as small fry, but seeing them face to face, they looked far more dangerous than any punk you might find on the streets of Japan. If this truly is a world of swords and sorcery, these bandits have probably fought and killed before.

> I kept quiet. Up until that moment, the threat of violence had never once been a factor in my life. The bloodthirsty aura of these bandits threatened to consume me entirely. I couldn’t bring myself to move.

> “Can’t do anything by yourself, can you?”

> Apparently realizing I couldn’t open the cell from the inside, one of the bandits unlocked the door and walked in.

> “Um… I—” Before I could say anything more, the bandit punched me in the stomach. Immediately, I yelped in pain.

> And through that pain, I suddenly realized my mistake. Invincibility was a spell that nullified damage from weapons and some forms of magic. Nowhere in the description of its effects did it offer any defense against a bare fist.

> “I said come on!” the bandit growled.

> As I cowered, all the air forced out of my lungs, the three bandits pulled me out of the cell. As I was dragged along a short hallway, I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a young woman locked in one of the other cells.

>повествование от первого лица

>нормально

>другого человека

>исекай

>мульт

>драка с еба ограми

>нет погибших или тяжело раненых

>бессильная злоба безрукой чмохи

>паука

>Безотказная в абсолютном смысле этого слова

>эмоциональное бревно

> КАК ШКОЛЬНИК МОЖЕТ БЫТЬ ВРАЧОМ БЕЩ ПРАКТИКИ

>Паулин имеет гораздо более развитую фигуру, странно что такое похотливое животное как ты этого не заметило.

>развение магии

>лучшую девочку сезона

>тащит нерелейтед в тред

>называет кого-то шизоидом

> A bookworm or bibliophile is an avid reader and lover of books.

>in reference to the larvae of certain insects that eat holes in the bindings and paper of old books

>probably originated as a somewhat derogatory term for a person who studied or read more than was usual. Bugs such as silverfish, book lice, and linoleum beetles were referred to as bookworms because they inhabited books; thus the idiom.