>Может нет

>целитель

> Сапоги-скороходы, увеличат скорость бега в пять раз.

>Чем можно было наполнить?

>от удара по морде, гаджет сломается, что делать?

>в чем интерес следить за ним?

>А ты в состоянии?

>Можно подумать у нас такого же ТЫЖЕМУЖИК ТЫДОЛЖЕН нету.

>Уверен?

>ху из Рем бтв

>вошла в тред

> Regardless of what the colonials might say, if someone from back home has a cup of tea in one hand while he describes something as fascinating, there’s no way to interpret that as anything other than scathing sarcasm. He might as well have declared Are you an idiot? to my face.

>уши

>арифурета или 100-man no inochi no ue ni ore wa tatte iru?

> Худшее аниме с игровыми механиками.

>ну или 4 уже, хотя она будет такой же хуевой как третья

> война с димонами,

>А на что жить?

>из такого не может выйти что то хорошее

>ты например читал исекаи

>Это же хуета полная

>Ты сам читаешь какой бред пишешь?

>Зато автору платит его издательство

>верить копротранслейту

> What a pain when they operate according to not logic but love for their Heimat. Modernity is the age of love. Unconditional confessions of adoration to a shared construct known as the state.

> Blind love.

> What a heartwarming, maddeningly saccharine, and elegant poison.

> “Truly, what a pain in the neck.”

> It’s extremely difficult to talk of love in Tanya’s language. It’s absurd. Love is nothing but a bundle of absurdities and irrationality.

> But if there’s one thing that’s clear, it’s this:

> Love transcends logic.

> That much is true. Even if you add the caveat “for certain types of people,” it’s a major threat. The world is rife with people ready to challenge logic.

> It’s a world lifetimes removed from Tanya’s, but sadly, it exists.

>Меч-леденец

>Вернулись в свой мир

>Вебка после возвращения все еще выходит вроде.

>всем гаремом двачуют капчу?

>но потерял абилку отката и память(снова)

>спрашивать за годноту у малтидауна

>Почва есть, она плодородная, но червей и микробов создавать гумус нету.

>Поделись списком, плз.

>ебаного вагона попаданок в отоме-злодеек

>охуенный вопрос просто, 10 из 10

> The officers crowding the war room at B Group HQ all wore severe expressions as they peered at the map spread out in the center of the room.

> That part was fine.

> Staff officers staring at a map is as natural as human beings breathing.

> There was just one problem: The inspector and supervisor nominally in charge, Lieutenant General von Zettour, was glaring around the room, demanding someone speak, but apparently, a cat was holding everyone’s tongues hostage.

> “Gentlemen, I need your thoughts. The Lergen Kampfgruppe has been surrounded for over a week.”

> The staffers of B Group glanced at one another, trying to pass off the responsibility of replying.

> “The Lergen Kampfgruppe is completely isolated in enemy territory—” When, after taking their time, one of the officers finally spoke up, what he said was awfully trite.

> “Gentlemen, apologies for the personal announcement, but you don’t mind, right? It turns out I can read maps, too".

>что делать в тюрьме

>радуга

>мне обидно, дай я тя тоже обосру

> “…O Lord, may my enemy plummet to the earth. By your might, let the land be at peace!”

> With her irritation mixed into her tone, she manifests an even more precise and powerful formula. This one is on course to strike a direct hit.

> And it does.

> Or it should have.

> “Ridiculous! That was a direct hit!”

> And yet, Tanya’s shaking her head mainly in confusion.

> Before her eyes is a scene that forces her to fundamentally doubt whether she really scored a direct hit on the enemy or not.

> It was a sniper formula specifically using an anti-mana sniping round. It should have gone through a defensive shell like a knife through butter.

> It would have blasted through even a Type 97 defensive shell, for sure. But this thing just repelled a direct hit?