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I am a Russian living in an oppressive, authoritarian state, one of the worst political regimes in existence. (Russia) A country kept in chains of fear and terror, immense poverty of struggling to meet ends meet, men and women enveloped by their throats and slowly, day to day, strangled by the hand of a flawed, aggressively violent system, slowly killing population’s lives, draining remaining hope for peace and well-being. Ruled by a government focused on death and destruction of anything it touches, a gas-pipe blocked by rotting buildings could not be any further from more all-front degradation.

It chose a path of war against its own kind and even more so against its own people, putting everything at stakes, people’s lives at stakes to protect its own ignorant, catastrophic and delusional oligarch monstrosities further terrorizing human lives. Civilians destroyed emotionally, lied to, children’s mental health butchered as their lives are thrown to feed worms at the grounds of battles, as they lie with lost limbs, accepting their fates, pulling the trigger to put themselves out of any more misery. Misery that they have been born for, as they, like nothing but dust were thrown in it by their own parents or the state, as they have been inserted into the world of decay and injustice, as they, like blind puppies staring at the sun, bleeding out in cold death, stretching their hand against the light, block it by attempting to reach out. Some knew no concepts of love and freedom, as they have been kept in such darkness their whole lives, as they themselves sealed the light, as they did not know how to let it in. They’ve never seen it, their eyes have been purposefully blindfolded. Living in the basement that this dark place is, eating their skin away by darkness, they could not know and see such light exist. Some knew such light, but were forced away from it. Others went into darkness willingly for other reasons. Many because words is all enough for them to believe. And some, gradually, every day see the light fade away more than it already has. The light is fading away, what is killing me.

At the end it was all fun and games, plays of the oligarchs all at the face of illusions of feeding constructs of greatness, self-importance, aimed at the population ignorant and oblivious enough about the world around to fall into the darkest pits. Others, their hands are tied, as they are forced to endure in a dark place along with them. This place is basking in cold darkness for centuries. Slave authorities prosecuting people speaking out against the terror consuming concepts of humanity, against those calling for peace. People have no rights here. There is no peace here and never was by no luck or by design. The weight of it all is enough to crush me.

Society is fed with a dangerous ideology, indoctrinated, blinded by constructs that they think are right, but leave nothing but ground of skulls. People contrary are prosecuted, be it they call for peace or display actually peaceful intentions. Draw a rainbow and it will be ripped apart. People around are too weak to see colors apart from black and white. I… I’m tired of metaphors.

All this aside, I am just… Uh… I… I mean it’s obvious, isn’t it? I am bisexual, I mean kind of gay, I mean everything. And I… I just can’t, I… I am frustrated. Disappointed, sad, depressed. I hated that light and dark part, I hated writing that. It was about people being, well… Forced to kill or die, you know? Forced to be in the mess, to get emotionally destroyed, you know, you know? Ha-hahahahaha. Hahahahaha. Ahaha. I want my… I want… to… :p :P Listen, I’m trying to… :d I’m smiling. It’s sad to me. I’m smiling because it’s sad to me. It’s cuute, it’s cute, xd. *kissies* I’m just not feeling okay, okay?

It is no secret that this country is one of the highest in terms of mental illnesses. At the time of writing, this place is exceeding South Korea in suicide rates. That’s because it’s pretty awful. Rawr. Meow. Rawr, meow, yiff. Shall I lick my paws?

I am a liberal and those conservative brainlets, they don’t know what they are supporting. The only reasons why they are fascists is because of blind consuming hatred. Their hatred and their choices lead themselves and their children to decades of tyranny, to oppression. This is what they choose themselves and they suffer from it themselves. Play logic games with them and they fail, because none of them have comprehension of how the world and politics work. Remember that, conservative fascist trash. You get what you ask for and this is all going to be educational for all of you. Freedom is everything. If you can’t handle freedom, perhaps you can handle slavery to illusions and constructs? All you can do is to support Trump, fall on your knees before him, kiss his feet and call yourself strong after that. That’s not how the strong works. You never understood nothing.

I support this game’s political message. In the world where fascism is rising like never before it is important to have more games with free thinking agenda integrated in them. What’s "wokeness"? Woke is being aware of the systemic issues. People with non-traditional orientation have been repressed, discriminated for ages. If you take away their rights, discrimination to them, abuse is inevitable. Ignorant people have been trained to think that it’s bad, but that’s because they are not awake and don’t know what truth and freedom stand for. Humanity will learn a hard lesson if it slips into fascistic, conservative nonsense. Mark those words.

Playing this game, it’s… Charming. Seeing those characters in bright clothes in front of camping fire playing their songs… It’s so innocent. You see, the main characters, they behave the way they do to certain awful people is because there are so many awful people around. This is just how they are, you know? Righteous.

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Circle inside circle inside circle inside circle inside circle inside circle inside circle inside circle inside circle inside circle…

Three overhead signal sources, three characters where one is able to eclipse another, three mountains, three aligned beacons (fourth is inactive) and only two light sources that intersect one another. Only one time at a bird’s eye angle would one see a flipped side of a triangle. It’s all about taking a look.

Flipped everything would move differently as the days go by, at the second day, at the same time, it would be further than before. Two light sources are both aligned directly from whatever place you draw a line, as in order for one to move, both have to move together. When the dark light falls, the shape that ends at the right destination, this is when the signal is set to active. The signal would be circulating and vibrating differently as you enter a sound zone. Even then, it is hard to communicate. Light sources specifically are not important, what they do at the dotted space is. (Casting a light at an object that casts a dark light.)

An egg that looks like an eye has to rise and stay close at the right source of dark light. (Everything can cast a dark trail) It shouldn’t penetrate the circular hole, instead, it must wait. As one waits, another stands at the square of answers, while another follows a trail of dark light. Only when the air is white can the trail cast strongly and extremely visibly. Think of it as a black square.

And so it is kept. The light source moves accordingly and at a split time shall the signal come to be. (There is another light source where it only starts fading away.) An egg is stationary and it is so. The hole is also stationary and it is so. (Fading away light source is behind you, a light source that is always there emerges itself from the darkness that is light.) An egg shall stay near the hole and so a circle shall cast another circle (hole) right at a dotted space. Then shall you see and hear the answer you were looking for. With all the overhead sources the practice is the same, only one must be aroused near the hole and then, perhaps, it shall go through it.

A circle inside a circle inside a circle is only a circle inside a circle inside a circle where a circle inside a circle inside a circle actually looks to be a circle inside a circle inside a circle. It is a matter of perspective and where a circle inside a circle inside a circle actually is. Where you see a circle inside a circle inside a circle is also important, as largest circle may move and you will miss a time window. When everything is done, when a signal from the hole with an egg near it comes through, at the end shall a harmonic circle where everybody stays appear and cast a relaxing light of pleasure at a plug. A plug is sharp, a plug is the top of a blocky object at the middle. A large hole shall sit down on a plug and lazer beam a big ball and it shall crack. Crawl inside and see the truth. One large ball split in half is actually an entrance. Get in, climb on in. Inside a light of gold everywhere, a majestic light of high performance intensity and at the very middle… Another egg. A big chocolate egg you can eat forever. You can lick an egg with your tongue. You are free to do it slowly, an egg is looked after, it won’t melt. Do it slowly for intense, but prolonged pleasure. Pull out your tongue hard and start sucking. An egg is tasty but…

What about Grand Theft Auto V? Have I liked the game? No. I haven’t either enjoyed or liked the game.

Still tries too hard to copy Mirror’s Edge and Assassin’s Creed, but fails at every aspect. Here’s a list of suggestions, should Tencent make the game better:

- Let us play as a strong female protagonist with her own values and outlooks, foremost treated equally and respectfully. Women, just like boys, wear simple clothes, they shouldn’t stand out as common stereotypes. You continue to disempower women, yet they are just as strong, if not stronger than most males. Mirror’s Edge in 2009 did it right and more games should encourage players to have a well-formed picture of what the games should be. Give us diverse customizable options for our female character, such as skin and eye color, express the regard for tolerance by having a darker skin base character and don’t restrict us on having an intercourse with the other women. Player’s choice is king.

- Not all is lost. Bring Rhianna Pratchett to write large-scale DLCs for the game, if anyone, she knows better on how to embellish the narrative into something as coherent as movies with a soft touch for positive feminism. Her games possess an inspiring feminine energetic power that under the groans of a weak and fragile girl makes us close our eyes and think about our dearest loved ones as tears shed on our cheeks. She is truly a legendary writer and you could learn a thing or two from that example.

- Male protagonist should be able to have an intimate colleague that supports his biggest flexible efforts, better yet make him a teenager that morally calms the main character by gently hugging him from the back when he’s tired, helps with ammunition and revives the main character when he’s incapacitated by pumping him out and performing mouth-to-mouth. He should have naïve and positive outlooks on life and when hurt or tired must breathe slowly and anxiously into player’s ear showing how young, but brave he is. As a secret service agent, a co-op partner, he must inspect the darkest and deepest holes that need attention and both players should explore them together in a minigame that would be fun and relaxing for both of them.

- Prove to players that you’re tolerant and add the LGBT faction story path that would bring all kinds of toys to the always changing world. If the player decides to join up with them, at the end of the game, all buildings should be painted in rainbow colors which would show their dominance and establish a possibility of their growth in the future. Members of that society should roam around the city blocks and use a powerful pink elixir on the zombies so that they become friendly and join up for dances in their camp. The whole in-game world would sparkle in new colors instead of that awful look the game originally has. When roaming around they should play youthful, modern music that would attract younger audience and it would teach them the pillar of a diverse society. We should bring more of them into the industry so that everyone knows that this is completely normal.

- Stop attempting to keep in line with the Assassin’s Creed series, they’ve nailed Venice in the second game and you’re doing the exact same thing, but all over again. It’s been a long time ago, their success is unmatched. Period.

- Take a look at Mirror’s Edge’s main success formula – the story, the narrative and the female main protagonist. In the game the only male protagonist of the story dies, while both the main character and the woman she’s looking for live. Kill male characters and depict female class as a more durable one, it’s the women that help men become who they are by babysitting them, cooking in kitchens, washing clothes, taking care of the children, such essentials. Men do nothing but whine, drink beer with their buddies in the garage or watch TV while being overweight and in plain white underwear with no clothes. Ewww…

That should be enough to bring the game to the whole new level of being super-great. Much love, much cats.
Since I was banned by the Dying Light developer from the game’s steam discussions for the following reason, I won’t be able to post a longer version of the review on Steam Guides tab yet, though I’ll repeat what was originally planned for it:

The truth is, this is not a good game. It never will be. You’re just getting fed by another 500+ repetitive, fabricated Ubisoft-inspired title, that’s buggy and unpolished even by their standards, with co-op slapped on top of it, so that you’ll ignore the game’s flaws. Grow up, develop the taste. If a Ubisoft game that is Dying Light 2 was the only game you’ve been waiting for, then you’re missing out on 100+ Assassin’s Creed and Far Cry games. Other dying lights of the industry are already out and by a third game – it will be dead completely.

If you’re a Dying Light fan, this guy is the kind of relief you’re looking for:
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If you wanna argue, please do so with this guy right here.

Dying Light is one of the best games released by a polish handjob industry, yet one of the worst to ever land on our homeland - Earth. Yet another Ubisoft title marks the spot that combines most parasitical tendencies of videogames from the last decade and pastes it on to an already worn off, barebones corpse of an overused premise. Frankenstein is back!

Being an ultimate mash-up of many titles, it is a game riddled with the obnoxious trends conflicting with the gameplay mechanics thoughtlessly integrated for a mass appeal of audiences, deserting quality values the industry was originally striving for. Only in theory, a dynamic and fast game as an idea in this instance is polluted inside-out with the unnecessary nuisances that get in the way of a player, interfering with the overall presentation of it’s concept, as it’s corrupted by typical inspirations that serve as a barrier for a potential first-class fun. Lacking any design philosophy, the game’s pace is brought down by a multitude of inconsistencies resulting in a complete mess that is the end product. Polish game is yet again unpolished.

At it’s core, it is a game that lacks any direction. Gameplay mechanics are random and held together by spit and snot, as not even the basics were gotten right. Lazily programmed parkour system is limited, the main character feels robotic and is able to perform unnatural actions unsupported by physics, the game fails to demonstrate the main character’s momentum and inertia, while his legs are magnetically pulled towards the surface when in air, as he cannot stumble, the sense of a human being that runs around and places his feet is not felt, as it’s completely artificial and loses in depth to a parkour game released in 2009. Nothing is tied to velocity, nothing is physical, character does not realistically vault over objects and is just a 3-D model that moves itself around with fake animations sometimes failing to emulate him grabbing a surface, but air, as he weightlessly pulls himself to any surface. None of that complements realism and removes the need for skill of a player at steadily balancing his movements. Game design is a laughing stock, as it is nearly non-existent, with each mechanic contradicting another fluctuating the experience in the bad ways, it’s fundamentally based on the mechanics that had to be rejected long ago, all is tied to a progression system and the player’s skill is devalued. The base player is reluctant to abide by the set of rules, draining the experimentation from his side to waste. Being unable to take down one enemy by kicking his head with the leg for a few minutes is not only contradictory to the essence of realism, but is contradictory to the narrative of the main character being a G.R.E agent, the training, skill and strength of which must exceed the weaknesses of basic scavengers and zombies falling off stairs. The whole design and the connection of an already broken gameplay to it’s cliche storyline is already missing as it is. Progression system is a limiting factor, rather than player’s skill. The game does not encourage to complete the game’s childish side quests, as most of the survival points that the player is in critical need of is achieved through the main quests. What hides under the term «content» is everyone’s favorite radiotowers, chests, poorly designed races with the grappling hook in mind and the load of collectable junk. With the gameplay mechanics overlapping themselves, the co-op system is there to hide a void, a lackluster of content the game actually is. It involves the player and his bunch of clones to run around, get teleported to cutscenes, with the game not acknowledging their presence in the world in any way, which means that even from the gameplay perspective there are no interactions between the players involved. An excuse of a game in an excuse of a «cooperative» experience.

Graphical fidelity is ugly, even for it’s time of release. When the high resolution textures is the only idea of a modern player at what the good graphics is, there is no point to try and improve it. Reminiscent of GTA: Vice City, when the player is situated in an interior, the level of detail outside of it is extremely low, with no enemies, NPCs visible on the ground. There is no point in having open windows when there is an abyss outside. There are no complex weather effects, lightning systems and even the foliage doesn’t stand out as green, which was improved in it’s cash-grab Battle Royale sequel «Bad Blood». The rain effect looks like Cola is dipping with an extreme speed from the skies above, one of the worst 3-D rain effects in games apart from the on-screen ones. NPCs are eating from empty plates and drinking empty cups.

In the story of the game, certain characters are inspired by the Far Cry series, which yet again, along with it’s gameplay keeps the game unoriginal and unfit for it’s setting. The game is set in a city by the name of Harran, though primarily inspired by Istanbul. The Turkish culture is not revealed in it’s full form, or at all, as the story is too busy pretending to be Far Cry, the music attempting to be as generic as possible and the level design is too focused on tunnels, ugly slums and the sewers. There is not much to say apart from everything in the game being random, detached and artistically bleak.

If this is your idea of a good game – tasteless junkyard is this way.

Final verdict: 12/10 tasteless, lost on mind individuals forcefully pretending to like «the best zombie game ever created».

Anacrusis is a cooperative 4-player first person shooter developed by Chet the Cat at Straight out of Baby’s Dismay studio at an indie 20-people kindergarten. While being the most faithful game to Left 4 Dead ever to be released to date, it struggles from tedious and repetitive gameplay mechanics that don’t reach a similar amount of quality of Left 4 Dead 2, released 13 years ago, which will take away it’s replayability if left in such a state.

Game is completely shallow in it’s current state, not bringing anything new to an already established formula and stale as a separate cooperative experience with unfinished animations, including facial expressions, occasional stutters and hardware demand in a game set on a spaceship with empty rooms and corridors, while not improving visual quality of games released two decades ago in any significant way. Level design is random and out-of-touch, lacking any modern standard, which means that the rooms are empty and are caricatures with no objects in them, they serve as nothing more but places for scavenging, unrealistically placed for the main characters to take, while also being static with a lack of movable objects, breakable glass being the only significant result of player’s actions on the level around him. It’s design is overly minimalistic and is weak in representation, which doesn’t help the player with the immersion and doesn’t make him interested in lore, narrative or even the style, as the entirety of the potential information you could get is dependent on voice lines played randomly, while the character’s designs aren’t captivating, lack the design strength of the characters from Left 4 Dead that helps the player differentiate them as completely unique and different from each other characters. Voice direction is also weak, characters don’t sound irritated or tense in any situation, even when getting mauled by enemies, voices are loud and acting is out of a low budget drama.

There is no point in shooting something that isn’t satisfying to kill. Player receives no instantly noticeable feedback from hitting the enemy, as the dismemberment, an important aspect that helps the player intuitively determine whether the enemy is dead or not isn’t present, apart from slowly falling ragdoll that the player has no time to look at during a high climax of enemies. Enemies are extremely fast, janky and there is no proper sound feedback that would help the player hear enemies running at them from behind significantly enough, at times being completely quiet, with no hearable footsteps, including player’s. Game feels as if it’s being played at a high latency. Brute, being an equivalent to tank is rare, yet with unevenly, quickly and randomly running at you enemies at high amounts makes it a chore to kill such a bullet sponge. The game does not require any realistic strategical approach to combat or crescendo events, as you’ll be outnumbered in flat environments by a huge amount of enemies, running at you with extreme speed, there are no positions to take, which makes running and gunning the only viable option to it’s gameplay during such events, which doesn’t account for a wider array of players with different playstyles. There are many corners and instant turns in it’s levels, making it feel blocky and with the AI Director now completely shaping the difficulty and deciding everything for the player, a high influx of enemies could suddenly come out at you with Brute and a bunch of specials right from the corner, taking down the whole team in seconds.

A smoker equivalent has no game design depth to it apart from it running away from the player and occasionally appearing to grab you from afar, from half of the map’s length, even when your lower body is completely barricaded. Flasher lighting the room up is extremely bright, rough on the eyes and might cause eye-itching if the game is played for long enough.

There is a room for improvement, but for now, this is the final verdict:

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Myo Hyori was passing through life same as anybody else. Tied to her own needs waking up everyday in her room, looking out the window and seeing society dissolving overtime. From happy and playful children’s laughs on the streets, sunny weather and warm hospitability of people to haunting cries and screams of terror and pain, paranoia, black mists descending and crosses appearing within their homes. Parents are struggling to keep their children fed. Through tears and hatred they’re all forced to face a new reality, living in the screeching monuments of humanity’s failure blocking the sun view. Optimism is something you can’t afford anymore, no air to fuel it. Against all odds jump on the white horse and see where it takes you. Tough world out there only understands the hard way, diplomacy has died long before, even in it’s diapers. Her father has seen the world from the bird’s eye view and was told that foreseeing what it would be wouldn’t matter, his opinion on the line wouldn’t matter. Weren’t those the same that let it happen in the first place? Billions upon billions. Look upon the river and see if you see a cause there. Everybody knew, nobody did anything, illusive optimism and blind hopes killed the last chance.

But there was time. Time when a pie was brought into Myo’s bed with a hot smile. Warm sunset was shining on that pie. Chilling guitar was playing under her room in the neighbor’s flat. Voices of celebration and joy were reaching her. There was a feast. Seemed like there was no sign of trouble anywhere in the world. Of course, nothing was as soft in life. Would a piece of pie fall on the floor and the rest crumble with it ? Will the sip of tea be big enough to sink an entire slice ? Or will she choke on that pie with a bad bite ? Is the pie even good ? Many questions one could ask and those were the only questions they could answer. Even those answers that were answered were questioned. For years every small question was big and big question was small. They were questioning what dresses should they wear, their mascaras and lipsticks, yet nobody was concerned how long they will last. Eventually, the last mascara has started dripping. Money became as worthless as the life you live in, the world you never cared about and couldn’t, disease infects you since birth. The rigged machines have ceased to exist. Dress has torn and the horse was beaten to it’s death. The scream of the horse has provoked the lightning. Things have started shaking. Heartwarming guitar has suddenly stopped and fell off the window into a new one along with it’s player and the pie became cold. Red eye in the sky has formed and the pools of blood above have flooded the ground. It eclipsed Myo’s room and the red light was projecting into her room onto her pie burning it to ashes. From the pie, red light has reflected into her heart and flooded her heart with her own blood replacing happiness with burning tears. And then she was gifted with a curse. Drones have started circulating her house and red eyed humans grabbed her arm and dragged her with them. A whistle on the street was not telling a happy story.

Long times after, the sunset could never be normal again, all energy was corrupt and the sun wasn’t visible. Instead, dark mists have absorbed the sky and swallowed the last hopes of normal life. The only thing you have right now is regret. You, in the house of gifted struggling with your memories. They were eclipsed and every time you think of your older memories – it results in burning explosions of anger in front of you. Nobody to bring you tea in your room, nobody to help or guide you through life. Nobody to tell you how happy your life is and that it could have been worse. You’re all by yourself. All around you have lost every sign of personality, but you have lost everything. Along the way, if you take one out of his misery, you will only gather theirs. The ground you step isn’t hallowed anymore, instead it’s cursed with all odds stacked against you and wrong time in wrong place keeps you away from success countless times. Decide what’s better and worse, but don’t be constrained to time. You’re just a confused animal in a world changed rapidly fast, observing it and finding your way out. But is it the way out you’re aiming for ? Was she meant for something bigger ?

TV in her flat has no signal. No more entertainment, three pigs ate the wolf. Nobody seen that coming, nobody accounted for that, but everybody lived happily ever after in their graves. Toilet bowl stopped functioning and the refrigerator was as empty as you are inside. There is still, however, a burning twinkle inside of you. Is the TV truly something you need ? The last time you watched it with a glimpse of an eye was full of advertisements, news that were imagined in a toilet room and a newspaper flushed down in the process. Nothing to laugh about, the end point is already here. The only things they advertise are the blue pills. You can’t see a red pill on the TV at that day and age. Red pill is something you cannot buy, it will not benefit anybody. People were watching nonsense for ages, but now she can’t even do that. Everything that made her full was cut away from her. But the less the weight - the easier the path. Will you wait for a guy with a beard, a wrench and sweaty overalls or will you fix the issue yourself ? Leave behind something that doesn’t serve you anymore. There are no free men around here and no saviors. Pieces of meat you used to see every day are now gone. Mother will not be able to tie your shoes near a doorstep anymore and she will not pack your clothes. She will not be able to tie her own anymore even. Tie shoes by your own and tie them well. The path will be slippery, but don’t lose them. Time to leave everything that was keeping you uncertain back, but don’t expect the door to open for you, open it by yourself and look for new opportunities.

As you wander through the land of the dead, the only things you hear are the crows flying and eating up dead bodies, places, buildings that used to be filled with people and life slowly collapsing and screaming in pain that you don’t understand, crying and wondering why were they left to such a dead-end destiny. You hear interferences, sounds of past lives in your ears. The music that you hear is a reminder of ambition slowly transitioning into an abyss. If you ever come across a tree – let it talk, for it may be your last. Blood that generations have spilled was all for nothing. On the dark, gloomy streets you quickly learn to appreciate what you currently have in life and Myo appreciates she’s still human. On the outskirts and underneath the city people suffocating from air and exhaustion and you’re suffocating from all that was lost. Eat rats, acid rain or sewer drain, pick your poison or just blow your head off. But you do none of that, instead, you find yourself on a quest for answers, questions you don’t even know. Blue color cuts through in the smoke above for a brief moment and you start wondering. Is there a getaway from all of this ? Sail into the water above on a steel ship and find a red pill on a red plate. There the labyrinth lies and minotaur resides. The past will decompose underneath and will do nothing good to you anymore. On a red plate, minions were spreading since the age of dawn. Worms are now chewing up the whole red plate, the same way they were chewing up a blue one, but the red pill is too small for them to notice. Pull the red trigger and end the madness right now or just stare as another world is being destroyed the same way. History repeats itself like a clock, ignorance is eternal. It is time to see another side of a triangle in the far distance. As you make your way through oblivion into a new world, you’re running around as a liquid chicken, the further you go the narrower the path. The triangle has shown you the bigger picture.

Will you care or just stare ?

A nonsensical corridor shooter is now a nonsensical corridor shooter with better graphics.

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I am an official civilian, an individual, actively residing in the territory of Russian Federation who supports Vladimir Putin and current Russian military endeavouros, special military operations, aimed to fight off aggressive nationalistic Banderites, russophobian fascists plaguing men and women on Ukraine, a factitious geopolitical object, a forged theater with fake government, a comedian actor as a puppet, policy of which is inspired by westernized Zionist puppet regime that got it’s claws on the whole world, a sovereignty of which is fading out day by day around the population unwilling to take any action at all. I support our heroic Russian defenders, operatives forced to risk their lives for people of Donetsk and other cities held hostage by squads of criminals financed by the United States, using dramatic catalogues of extensive tools, a set of prohibited armored equipment, violating laws and rules of United Nations, carrying fire on civilian population, their own infrastructure, factually turning people insurgents and terrorists by giving out guns to all those wishing, subduing civilian security, giving them a chance to rob and kill innocent people. Captives, nationalists capture, are getting stabbed to death, poor young Russian soldiers are harassed in all ways imaginable, dead and dismembered bodies of which are published on social media, so happens to people refusing to abide by the bandit playbook. Simple women ordinated to sell food to soldiers on the outskirts were too, taken and assaulted by Ukrainian nationalists. In simple terms, by supporting Ukraine and inveigling to stop the war, you’re supporting an even greater war on terror and let bad men do their bad things indefinitely. This is who you support truly, as you fall to the level of the old time Germany…

I support Russian Armed Forces and Vladimir Putin with all my heart, matryoshkas and balalaikas. Vodkas only during celebrations, even then just a little, tad bit. Saving and preserving values, interests of Russian Federation as a country, Vladimir Putin singlehandedly interfered and destabilized New World Order agenda and fifth columnists running the deep states, atleast for the time being. Such turn of events they did not expect, as they kept hounding our country, thinking they control everything, attempting to gripe our nation into their own hands, heading against our foreign and domestic policies, using NATO to place hundreds of warheads near the Russian borders, provoking a possibility of a high alert World War III. While the animals all around the world meow and bark, blaming RU president for the popped light bulbs, ignoring the true political events that have led the conflict events, this is what is going on behind the scenes. Fake information on the polluted internet resources is posted regularly, by those, exulting the terrorist forces on Ukraine. Despite Russian military clearly indicating that safety and security of civilians is their topmost priority, with them trying their best to bypass the open, large scale wars, focusing on enemy infrastructure only, Russian Federation is being blamed by orchestrated and fake news from the direction of foreign agents, financed by the West’s Underworld, that have once attempted to provoke protests and unsanctioned rallies, encouraging young, inexperienced kids to overthrow the authority they don’t understand the implications of by force, attempting to bring down the reputation of the Russian President to a minimum. That, however, was an apparent failure and the puppets with the ties from other continents were either imprisoned or are hunted by the law. During the special operations, Russian Armed Forces are focused on demilitarizing enemy force by inflicting critical hits on their main supplies, capturing or eliminating those, that themselves turn all efforts into the bloodshed. Captives from Ukraine are treated with all respect and integrity. The current world, however, dragged into the World Web generated a tremendous flow of informational war activity, holding a typical movie or videogame script of «Bad Russians». Even some ballsy soldiers from some island were declared dead by the Ukraine misleading the media, when in reality they were just captured, what an insolence!... Apparently, what is being spoken too many times, for many, becomes the truth and the fabric with what’s real is lost in humanity at this time. Empire of lies, however, gets what’s coming to them, only gradually…

Russian players, in videogames such as Counter-Strike and the like are generally subjects of harassments. Using voice or chat communication, foreigners from all countries are using the advantage of being too far away, are trying to avoid all responsibility for what they’re doing and speaking. Men that came back from work are observing their in-game character getting teabagged and mauled, as they stare in confusion and throwing their TV remote controllers into the monitor breaking them completely. Typical videogame xenophobes, hating Russian players all their lives for not being able to speak their language are using the real life war conflict they have no understanding of as an opportunity to speak against the whole Russian nation, giving them a bad spotlight, pretending that they’re in the right, an excuse to grief ordinary Russian players. Everyone is an expert until grabbed by the balls.

That is why today, I demand right now, to show respect towards Russian players and kneel before them or just refrain from discussing politics. Games, over the time, turn more and more real every day. Before they get too real, until then, show your respect towards oppressed Russia. Politics and conflicts are much harder, things have different shades of color and the infightings, choices influencing the government systems of different countries have more context that it first meets the eye. No one is «attacking» Ukraine out of a simple whim, they’re being saved from themselves. In the moments of war conflicts, death toll is always on the rise more than usual, sometimes there is no better alternative or a way out that doesn’t require harsh actions. The whole world is afraid of losing their TikToks and perverted guilty pleasures, Russians, for them, are to blame for retaining old orders and ideals. A war didn’t suddenly start, it lasted for nearly a decade. Every game has it’s own ending. Right now, it is the Russia that is being fought by the world, not only it, but the humanity, most of which is turned into western media shills.

Here’s the state of an unregulated steam forum at it’s finest.

And there’s more each minute.

Banned for supporting Russia.

Here’s the best music ever created – a Russian hymn.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SijylImXgCg

Doesn't run on my mom's laptop. 0/10