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Kalius
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Kriegsgewitter
Aug 2002 time: 16:34
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Chapter 7 (note - this is a English (British) translation)
The ground was clear. The calamity of the previous evening had dissapeared. A rag swept across the village green, as though the town were deserted. GhengisFarb was feeling extremely cantankerous on this mmorning in particular, mainly due to the fact he consumed one too many beers the night before while celebrating the offing of the Mafia with Guynemer. He was going to visit Jamski, as he needed some flour from his windmill if he was going to be able too cook a cake in time for the village party that afternoon.
On the way, he decided to visit Vlad Antlerkov's house, hoping to get his broom returned to him after Vlad borrowed it all those years ago. Suddenly, the heavens opened, and he rushed under Vlad's balcony, hoping to get inside before he got completely drenched and wouldn't have the time to make the cake.
Unfortunantly for Ghengis, he didn't realise that he would have to go into Vlad's-house-***-morgue, and thus uttered the clichéd words of "Oh my god! He's dead!" when he noticed Vlad with two bullet holes in his head, a football between his legs.
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Zopperoni
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It must be one of those hidden indicators that are essential to an insider's understanding of the game.
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Guynemer
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One turn late, but GhengisFarb it is.
Jonny, I appreciate you're hurting right now, but we both know I couldn't shoot anyone after all my fingers were cut off in that threshing accident.
If takes so damn long to type these messages with my nose.
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