||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 04:56:12 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|There is no object more deserving of pity than the married bachelor. |
They scrambled down the rough, steep slope. The battlefield valley itself continued to throb and glow. AHe had been certain they could grow crops high on the slopes of the Back Forty, the ridge that separated their lands from another broad basin and more mountains twelve kilometers away. So the brother and sister had used their robo-harvester to scrape flat a new swath of barely arable farmland and plant new crops. They also set up automated mineral mining stations on the rocky slopes of the foothills. That had been almost two years ago.It left a Ghost behind.
They came to the staircase once more and had discovered nothing. They
only thing is to peg away. If one only makes up one's mind badly enough to
A ribbon of molten silver ran in a ragged arc across the ceiling. Its curve continued toward itself, circumscribing a circle in the ceiling directly above the command island.
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