Play with Mad Scientists!
Anti-government guerrilla 'Momym' is aiming for a position of fornication.
I am not just poking at the current government for political ideological reasons. Once, the government, too, engaged in intense ideological repression. We were hunting anti-government ideas without prospects and killing innocent citizens in a brutal way as well. The body of its victims supported Mowmime with hatred and was a part of it.
The current government has completely changed for moderates, but speech control is still ongoing. There is nothing like deciding to repress the anti-government side without darkness, to the extent that the media censor and smear criticism of the government.
Even if the government becomes moderate, there will be no change in ideological positions, and the hatred of those deprived of their flesh parents by the old government will not be cleared. Hate keeps calling for hate, and the strife continues in extension. The more you slap it, the more it swells up.
Once anti-government guerrillas were also a much more radical and treacherous terrorist group than they are now. But because the government understood the chain of hatred and tried to stop it, many anti-government organizations also moved to moderates, and since then the anti-government side has had to change its course of action. Even Mowmime, the country's most radical terrorist, shifted to righteous positions.
Hate calls for further Hate, but in some cases tolerance leads to peace. Unless you are also a people with rotten sexual roots that delight in stepping on the head of a lowered opponent, you may also lower your contradictions slightly from one another. But it will still take some time to get to the point of stopping the act of mutual contradiction and bloodshed in this country.
There are still many of them who cannot contain their hatred from each other. That's also what keeps the feud going.
Hazam, one of the executives of Mowmime, is one of them. Hazam is not convinced that Mowmime's activities are getting a little nuanced. I feel bottomless anger at the organization's attitude that acts of terrorism will also be modest. But that's why you can't poke at the organization.
Hazam lost his family at an early age as a result of accidental shooting by US military air strikes.
Hazam, who saw the remains of his parents, turning black and twisted at strange angles all over his body, suffered a great wound to his heart, causing distortion with bottomless hatred.
He always wants the release of that hatred. Destruction and killing by terrorism honestly doesn't matter what its spearhead is. I hate everything about the earliest world. Hazam believes and does not suspect that he is even entitled to take away himself from those who have not.
"Omar, Rashid"
Hazam called out to the two men standing in front of him, moaning the two claws he had put on his lap.
The shelves of Hazam's private room are lined with narrow areas and skulls. Many of them belong to U.S. soldiers, whom Hazam and his men have enslaved. He that knows his name shall have his name inscribed on his forehead, and shall be adorned.
"All the heathen soldiers infiltrated the city. I know where he is. I know what I'm after. They're trying to kill us."
As Hazam narrowed his eyes and told him, Omar and Rashid tightened their expressions.
The two are soldiers of war and brave men whom Hazam trusts. He has carried out numerous difficult missions and has retained all enemies.
Especially Rashid, whose unusual appearance catches his attention. I have six arms. Four of them were fitted by cyborg technology, but move in the same way as biological arms. Of course, he hides it in loose clothes, inconspicuously in public. Using six arms, Rashid's God-like battle with multiple firearms and knives and grenades at the same time makes his allies tremble.
Omar has some slightly troublesome parts, but his arms stand, so he is glanced at by both Hazam and his companions. The disadvantage of not being able to perform complex tasks and not being advantageous in application is covered by the surroundings, and if we treat them as much as possible to focus solely on combat acts, they will work for more than ten ordinary soldiers.
"Send the heathens to hell immediately. Do it without fear of death. If you die, go to heaven. It's Harlem. Five kills will increase the number of beautiful women in Harlem."
"Omar, good luck! Omar, fire!
Taking Hazam's life, Omar shouted in a temper, and Rashid laughed and nodded silently as he did.
The mercenaries were at the hotel, shortly before the start of the Maumim crusade, carrying each weapon they had concealed and brought in, gathering together in a spacious room for a final check.
The room is a hall for ceremonies, etc., but I feel narrow when all dozens of mercenaries gather on the boulder.
"Nor did the U.S. military just waste their lives. I still know roughly where they are, and they bought a lot of information. Keep their data in your head first."
That's what my new home says, sending all the data my client sent me to all the mercenaries.
"You should keep an eye out for this Rashid guy and Omar. They can do it there. Actually, I need to see him."
said Simon as he looked up at the holographic display.
"What's this guy got, six arms?
Charles says strangely while projecting the display in front of his own face as well.
and the grin disappears from that Charles face. Some of the other mercenaries have changed their faces.
"Looks like he slipped from the other side."
Take the gun and Simon moves to the window unmanipulatively.
"Dude..."
Johnny is taken aback. I was wondering if it would be like shooting an enemy when he said he was coming, but moving to the window with dignity.
Simon went to the window and fired two shots out the window.
We all understood what that meant and were at war through our earliest impressions. It was faster than the enemy reacted to Simon, who showed up in the window, and Simon figured out the exact position of the enemy and shot first. It's a walk-away artist.
"Simon isn't the only one who's progressing in time differently than the others."
Charles jokes and says, but there were many who thought it might really be so.
A gun is randomly fired at the door of the room and the door is destroyed from the outside. The mercenaries simultaneously shoot at the door and the wall around the door.
"Grab it, what do you say we find out where we are?
Lei laughs bitterly as he shoots his gun.
"Well, this one stands out, doesn't it? Besides, there seems to be a Mowmime sympathizer there, and he can't be alarmed at all."
and a new home.
"Well, did you miss the shell fire?"
Li Lei says.
A new home slaps his hand at Pong and points to Li Lei.
"Oh, you know what?"
"That sucks."
Li Lei and Simon also noticed. Charles and Truth are also a little late to guess. I have noticed several of the other mercenaries.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. Stop checking your brain or something."
Johnny pointy his lips and Andrew makes a disgruntled face as well.
"The enemy knows what we're doing in the hotel room, but why don't you hit the shell?
"Oh... because you don't want the hotel destroyed..."
Everyone else, including Johnny, guessed the situation.
Outside the door, someone broke into the hall with something like a giant shield. The muzzle is peeking from the shield, and you can see it from the back of the shield with bulletproof glass.
"Omar! Fire!
An enemy with a shield screams and shoots a gun.
From further behind the shield hold, another shield hold comes in for two extra people and similarly shoots the gun.
"They're troublesome."
"Well, it's going to be tough to carry."
The new home is blurry, Charles laughs.
"As long as I'm hiding in that shield, I can't reveal it. or so the shelling here tastes unsavory and goes around"
Simon declared and rushed out to the enemy's door side.
The same is true of the shooting at the earlier window, which is too reckless in common sense. But we all know that Simon would overshadow that common sense.
"Omar, retreat!
Seeing Simon storm flat through the rain of the bullet, the first to jump in with a shield falls back. The other two shield holders are upset.
The other two shieldmen were killed by Simon, who was gently turned to the side.
"I don't think there's any coverage of new homes, bombardments or shelling. It's possible they'll come if they're at a disadvantage. Then it's not good to be here."
Lei Lei advances.
"Right. You guys spread out. Break up with those who go out on the earth and those who move over the building. I don't know how many enemies there are or how big they are. Of course, if we run into enemies in this hotel, we'll clean them up later."
A new home orders. It seems that some of the hotels have guests and employees, and in order not to involve them, the mercenaries decided that they should go outside.
"True, Johnny, you're on the roof with me. Snipe the Mowmime on the ground"
Simon calls me, and True and Johnny follow Simon.
Running up the hotel stairs, as the three of them tried to get out onto the roof, a bullet fell across the rooftop door.
True and Johnny pulled in without being able to get out of the rooftop door, but Simon is jumping out.
(Ambush after being read about our behavior)
True to think of it as an unafraid enemy and pull your mind together.
The enemy's gunfire stopped and Simon's gunfire sounded, so he truly went out to the roof. Johnny goes on too.
On the roof, the faces of the two men opposite Simon looked familiar. I was told to pay special attention earlier, it's Rashid and Omar.
Rashid had six arms out from under his clothes, two assault rifles, a shotgun, two submachine guns and a total of four guns.
"Six arms - I'll take on Rashid. True and Johnny, take charge of Omar."
Following Simon's instructions to move to the left, True and Johnny move to the opposite right of Simon. Towards there is Rashid on the left and Omar on the right.
"Omar's opponents are two! But Omar can't lose! Kill me full, hold me full of women in heaven! Omar, fire!
When you give him a temperamental roar, Omar shoots a submachine gun.
True and Johnny run around the rooftops with little shelter or anything, desperately trying to hit the bullet.
I can see my opponent's face and truly feel the exhilaration I have long forgotten about fighting in close proximity to the swastika. This one gets more excited than the fight to hide from the distance and shoot a gun. Serious battle of authenticity. I can feel the collision between life and life. Stronger consciousness.
(Life chips, life fitting play - awesome)
While portraying himself spilling an invincible grin in his head, the truth sparked a huge amount of killing.
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I am not just poking at the current government for political ideological reasons. Once, the government, too, engaged in intense ideological repression. We were hunting anti-government ideas without prospects and killing innocent citizens in a brutal way as well. The body of its victims supported Mowmime with hatred and was a part of it.
The current government has completely changed for moderates, but speech control is still ongoing. There is nothing like deciding to repress the anti-government side without darkness, to the extent that the media censor and smear criticism of the government.
Even if the government becomes moderate, there will be no change in ideological positions, and the hatred of those deprived of their flesh parents by the old government will not be cleared. Hate keeps calling for hate, and the strife continues in extension. The more you slap it, the more it swells up.
Once anti-government guerrillas were also a much more radical and treacherous terrorist group than they are now. But because the government understood the chain of hatred and tried to stop it, many anti-government organizations also moved to moderates, and since then the anti-government side has had to change its course of action. Even Mowmime, the country's most radical terrorist, shifted to righteous positions.
Hate calls for further Hate, but in some cases tolerance leads to peace. Unless you are also a people with rotten sexual roots that delight in stepping on the head of a lowered opponent, you may also lower your contradictions slightly from one another. But it will still take some time to get to the point of stopping the act of mutual contradiction and bloodshed in this country.
There are still many of them who cannot contain their hatred from each other. That's also what keeps the feud going.
Hazam, one of the executives of Mowmime, is one of them. Hazam is not convinced that Mowmime's activities are getting a little nuanced. I feel bottomless anger at the organization's attitude that acts of terrorism will also be modest. But that's why you can't poke at the organization.
Hazam lost his family at an early age as a result of accidental shooting by US military air strikes.
Hazam, who saw the remains of his parents, turning black and twisted at strange angles all over his body, suffered a great wound to his heart, causing distortion with bottomless hatred.
He always wants the release of that hatred. Destruction and killing by terrorism honestly doesn't matter what its spearhead is. I hate everything about the earliest world. Hazam believes and does not suspect that he is even entitled to take away himself from those who have not.
"Omar, Rashid"
Hazam called out to the two men standing in front of him, moaning the two claws he had put on his lap.
The shelves of Hazam's private room are lined with narrow areas and skulls. Many of them belong to U.S. soldiers, whom Hazam and his men have enslaved. He that knows his name shall have his name inscribed on his forehead, and shall be adorned.
"All the heathen soldiers infiltrated the city. I know where he is. I know what I'm after. They're trying to kill us."
As Hazam narrowed his eyes and told him, Omar and Rashid tightened their expressions.
The two are soldiers of war and brave men whom Hazam trusts. He has carried out numerous difficult missions and has retained all enemies.
Especially Rashid, whose unusual appearance catches his attention. I have six arms. Four of them were fitted by cyborg technology, but move in the same way as biological arms. Of course, he hides it in loose clothes, inconspicuously in public. Using six arms, Rashid's God-like battle with multiple firearms and knives and grenades at the same time makes his allies tremble.
Omar has some slightly troublesome parts, but his arms stand, so he is glanced at by both Hazam and his companions. The disadvantage of not being able to perform complex tasks and not being advantageous in application is covered by the surroundings, and if we treat them as much as possible to focus solely on combat acts, they will work for more than ten ordinary soldiers.
"Send the heathens to hell immediately. Do it without fear of death. If you die, go to heaven. It's Harlem. Five kills will increase the number of beautiful women in Harlem."
Taking Hazam's life, Omar shouted in a temper, and Rashid laughed and nodded silently as he did.
The mercenaries were at the hotel, shortly before the start of the Maumim crusade, carrying each weapon they had concealed and brought in, gathering together in a spacious room for a final check.
The room is a hall for ceremonies, etc., but I feel narrow when all dozens of mercenaries gather on the boulder.
"Nor did the U.S. military just waste their lives. I still know roughly where they are, and they bought a lot of information. Keep their data in your head first."
That's what my new home says, sending all the data my client sent me to all the mercenaries.
"You should keep an eye out for this Rashid guy and Omar. They can do it there. Actually, I need to see him."
said Simon as he looked up at the holographic display.
"What's this guy got, six arms?
Charles says strangely while projecting the display in front of his own face as well.
and the grin disappears from that Charles face. Some of the other mercenaries have changed their faces.
"Looks like he slipped from the other side."
Take the gun and Simon moves to the window unmanipulatively.
"Dude..."
Johnny is taken aback. I was wondering if it would be like shooting an enemy when he said he was coming, but moving to the window with dignity.
Simon went to the window and fired two shots out the window.
We all understood what that meant and were at war through our earliest impressions. It was faster than the enemy reacted to Simon, who showed up in the window, and Simon figured out the exact position of the enemy and shot first. It's a walk-away artist.
"Simon isn't the only one who's progressing in time differently than the others."
Charles jokes and says, but there were many who thought it might really be so.
A gun is randomly fired at the door of the room and the door is destroyed from the outside. The mercenaries simultaneously shoot at the door and the wall around the door.
Lei laughs bitterly as he shoots his gun.
"Well, this one stands out, doesn't it? Besides, there seems to be a Mowmime sympathizer there, and he can't be alarmed at all."
and a new home.
"Well, did you miss the shell fire?"
Li Lei says.
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"I see... that's it"A new home slaps his hand at Pong and points to Li Lei.
"Oh, you know what?"
"That sucks."
Li Lei and Simon also noticed. Charles and Truth are also a little late to guess. I have noticed several of the other mercenaries.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. Stop checking your brain or something."
Johnny pointy his lips and Andrew makes a disgruntled face as well.
"The enemy knows what we're doing in the hotel room, but why don't you hit the shell?
"Oh... because you don't want the hotel destroyed..."
Everyone else, including Johnny, guessed the situation.
Outside the door, someone broke into the hall with something like a giant shield. The muzzle is peeking from the shield, and you can see it from the back of the shield with bulletproof glass.
"Omar! Fire!
An enemy with a shield screams and shoots a gun.
"They're troublesome."
"Well, it's going to be tough to carry."
The new home is blurry, Charles laughs.
"As long as I'm hiding in that shield, I can't reveal it. or so the shelling here tastes unsavory and goes around"
Simon declared and rushed out to the enemy's door side.
The same is true of the shooting at the earlier window, which is too reckless in common sense. But we all know that Simon would overshadow that common sense.
"Omar, retreat!
Seeing Simon storm flat through the rain of the bullet, the first to jump in with a shield falls back. The other two shield holders are upset.
The other two shieldmen were killed by Simon, who was gently turned to the side.
"I don't think there's any coverage of new homes, bombardments or shelling. It's possible they'll come if they're at a disadvantage. Then it's not good to be here."
Lei Lei advances.
"Right. You guys spread out. Break up with those who go out on the earth and those who move over the building. I don't know how many enemies there are or how big they are. Of course, if we run into enemies in this hotel, we'll clean them up later."
A new home orders. It seems that some of the hotels have guests and employees, and in order not to involve them, the mercenaries decided that they should go outside.
"True, Johnny, you're on the roof with me. Snipe the Mowmime on the ground"
Simon calls me, and True and Johnny follow Simon.
Running up the hotel stairs, as the three of them tried to get out onto the roof, a bullet fell across the rooftop door.
True and Johnny pulled in without being able to get out of the rooftop door, but Simon is jumping out.
(Ambush after being read about our behavior)
True to think of it as an unafraid enemy and pull your mind together.
On the roof, the faces of the two men opposite Simon looked familiar. I was told to pay special attention earlier, it's Rashid and Omar.
Rashid had six arms out from under his clothes, two assault rifles, a shotgun, two submachine guns and a total of four guns.
"Six arms - I'll take on Rashid. True and Johnny, take charge of Omar."
Following Simon's instructions to move to the left, True and Johnny move to the opposite right of Simon. Towards there is Rashid on the left and Omar on the right.
"Omar's opponents are two! But Omar can't lose! Kill me full, hold me full of women in heaven! Omar, fire!
When you give him a temperamental roar, Omar shoots a submachine gun.
True and Johnny run around the rooftops with little shelter or anything, desperately trying to hit the bullet.
I can see my opponent's face and truly feel the exhilaration I have long forgotten about fighting in close proximity to the swastika. This one gets more excited than the fight to hide from the distance and shoot a gun. Serious battle of authenticity. I can feel the collision between life and life. Stronger consciousness.
(Life chips, life fitting play - awesome)
While portraying himself spilling an invincible grin in his head, the truth sparked a huge amount of killing.
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