Zovem se Tea. Proizvod ljubavi dva mesanca. Ostavljena sam na ulici pred Novu godinu. Bilo mi je jako hladno i mnogo sam se uplasila. Nisam znala sta da radim jer sam jos uvek jako mala. Jedna divna devojka me je primila u svoj stan. Pustila me je da spavam na toplom, nahranila me je vodila me kod veterinara igrala se sa mnom. Ali ona na zalost ne moze da me zadrzi.
I sada ja pitam vas. Da li znate nekoga ko bi me prihvatio. Vakcinisana sam, ociscena od parazita, pametna i umiljata. Trazim samo nekoga ko bi me primio i voleo. Nekoga ko bi kutak svoga doma otvorio za mene. A za uzvrat dala bih toj osobi moju vecnu ljubav i zahvalnost.
Ako znate nekoga ko moze da mi pruzi dom javite se na 064/404-1604, ili posaljite mail na [email protected]. Nije strasno ako niste iz Beograda ljudi koji me paze ce me dovesti kod vas. Jos jedanput vas molim razmislite, raspitajte se. Mozda bas vi znate nekoga ko moze da me primi i voli.
Hvala vam. Tea.
Extract taken from Devastation of Baal by Guy Haley
"You are too noble to understand." Seth rounded on Dante. "That is not salvation, that is replacement. These new warriors will bear the colours of Flesh Tearers, but without Sanguinius’ fury they will be Flesh Tearers in name only. All my time as Chapter Master I have waged war on our rage, to wrestle it into submission and use its strength to slay our foes. We are fury! From the time of Amit, the savage lord, to this day, we have carried the white heat of Sanguinius’ anger in us. That was our gift and our burden. The flaw is what makes us what we are." He clenched his fist in front of Dante’s face. His voice dropped.
"We are nothing without the struggle against it. He would make us all Ultramarines in red armour." He turned away, his gaze straying down the dead legions of Blood Angels. "There are few of my warriors left, few true Flesh Tearers. Once we are dead, the Flesh Tearers will be no more, no matter that these abominations carry our name. It is a betrayal, not a boon. Guilliman will want us gone quickly, and his own warriors in our stead."
"Gabriel!’"
Seth waved his hand. "Open your eyes, Dante. These Unnumbered Sons, they are Legions in all but name. I have spoken with the newcomers. They are only too glad to tell me of the Avenging Son’s plans. Wherever Guilliman goes, he leaves his men in place. Through the codex, he gave the Adeptus Astartes their independence. He is more than willing to remove it from us. Soon, the Chapters will be free in name only. And these new Space Marines, he has the gall to interfere with the work of the Emperor. If he is willing to do that..." Seth fell silent suddenly.
"What are you suggesting?" said Dante quietly.
Seth mulled his words over, even as his anger tried to force them out of his mouth. He would not speak at rage’s behest, but decided to say them in calmness. They needed to be said. "If he is regent, why not Emperor?"
"What you suggest is treasonous!"
"My words, or his actions?" snarled Seth. He drew himself up to the fullness of his considerable height. "Be careful of him, Lord of Baal. Be very careful." Without waiting for a reply, Seth walked away into the darkness.
Beginning of audio drama Hunger by Andy Smillie
Men crave food. They crave flesh. They crave power. We are not men.
The Emperor's Angels his Space Marines crave honour. They crave retribution. They crave justice. We are not Angels.
We are the blood sons of Sanguinius. We crave only violence, bloodshed. There is no void in the deep of our souls only the hunger. An insatiable call to slaughter.
Mozda ti ne otkrivam toplu vodu, ali moguce da ORCA prihvata zivotinje? Mozda da se tu raspitas?
That was a hazardous consultation of the Libre Mortis my Lord. An ordeal of high and low doom. The moment I approached the book, it bit me most ferociously.
I must appologize for the explosion that blew off the door of The Chamber Unbreachable, but the simultaneous emergence of seventeen demons from the book spine, caused the spiritual detonation in the soul stoned air of the room.
The whole enterprise was an experience most horrendeous. None but I could have endured it. I was almost damned twice. Even now my soul is twisted to a cork screw.
I suggest you keep the state of your soul to yourself, and inform us, instead, what you have gleamed from the Grimoire.
Hatred and prejudice will never be eradicated. And witch hunts will never be about witches. To have a scapegoat - that's the key. Humans always fear the alien, the odd. Once the mages had left Novigrad, folk turned their anger against the other races... and, as they have for ages, branded their neighbors their greatest foes.
And 'cause I was gazillionaire and I liked doing it so much, I cut that grass for free.
I oni muku muce jer imaju puno zivotinja koje nude na usvajanje, a vrlo ograniceno mesta gde mogu da ih drze. Jedino mi mogu pomoci oko eventualnog lakseg nalazenja nekoga ko bi preuzeo Teu. Zvacu ih cim prodje vikend.
Extract taken from Devastation of Baal by Guy Haley
"You are too noble to understand." Seth rounded on Dante. "That is not salvation, that is replacement. These new warriors will bear the colours of Flesh Tearers, but without Sanguinius’ fury they will be Flesh Tearers in name only. All my time as Chapter Master I have waged war on our rage, to wrestle it into submission and use its strength to slay our foes. We are fury! From the time of Amit, the savage lord, to this day, we have carried the white heat of Sanguinius’ anger in us. That was our gift and our burden. The flaw is what makes us what we are." He clenched his fist in front of Dante’s face. His voice dropped.
"We are nothing without the struggle against it. He would make us all Ultramarines in red armour." He turned away, his gaze straying down the dead legions of Blood Angels. "There are few of my warriors left, few true Flesh Tearers. Once we are dead, the Flesh Tearers will be no more, no matter that these abominations carry our name. It is a betrayal, not a boon. Guilliman will want us gone quickly, and his own warriors in our stead."
"Gabriel!’"
Seth waved his hand. "Open your eyes, Dante. These Unnumbered Sons, they are Legions in all but name. I have spoken with the newcomers. They are only too glad to tell me of the Avenging Son’s plans. Wherever Guilliman goes, he leaves his men in place. Through the codex, he gave the Adeptus Astartes their independence. He is more than willing to remove it from us. Soon, the Chapters will be free in name only. And these new Space Marines, he has the gall to interfere with the work of the Emperor. If he is willing to do that..." Seth fell silent suddenly.
"What are you suggesting?" said Dante quietly.
Seth mulled his words over, even as his anger tried to force them out of his mouth. He would not speak at rage’s behest, but decided to say them in calmness. They needed to be said. "If he is regent, why not Emperor?"
"What you suggest is treasonous!"
"My words, or his actions?" snarled Seth. He drew himself up to the fullness of his considerable height. "Be careful of him, Lord of Baal. Be very careful." Without waiting for a reply, Seth walked away into the darkness.
Beginning of audio drama Hunger by Andy Smillie
Men crave food. They crave flesh. They crave power. We are not men.
The Emperor's Angels his Space Marines crave honour. They crave retribution. They crave justice. We are not Angels.
We are the blood sons of Sanguinius. We crave only violence, bloodshed. There is no void in the deep of our souls only the hunger. An insatiable call to slaughter.
ifke wrote:frenk ti nisi normalan. pomislio sam da se radi o detetu.
Najgora stvar koju sam u poslednje vreme procitao. Bio kod devojke, a ona ima neki spori net... I slika se nije otvorila, a ja citam, dva meseca, ostavljena pred vratima, i sve dok nisam dosao do veterinara, razmisljam se sta je ovo.
U svakom slucaju, lepa je kuca, neka neki gamer dobre volje iz bga preuzme kuce, imati kuce je imati najboljeg prijatelja sve vreme u kuci.
Tea ne ume da pise. Ume da govori pa je ona diktirala, a ja sam pisao.
Extract taken from Devastation of Baal by Guy Haley
"You are too noble to understand." Seth rounded on Dante. "That is not salvation, that is replacement. These new warriors will bear the colours of Flesh Tearers, but without Sanguinius’ fury they will be Flesh Tearers in name only. All my time as Chapter Master I have waged war on our rage, to wrestle it into submission and use its strength to slay our foes. We are fury! From the time of Amit, the savage lord, to this day, we have carried the white heat of Sanguinius’ anger in us. That was our gift and our burden. The flaw is what makes us what we are." He clenched his fist in front of Dante’s face. His voice dropped.
"We are nothing without the struggle against it. He would make us all Ultramarines in red armour." He turned away, his gaze straying down the dead legions of Blood Angels. "There are few of my warriors left, few true Flesh Tearers. Once we are dead, the Flesh Tearers will be no more, no matter that these abominations carry our name. It is a betrayal, not a boon. Guilliman will want us gone quickly, and his own warriors in our stead."
"Gabriel!’"
Seth waved his hand. "Open your eyes, Dante. These Unnumbered Sons, they are Legions in all but name. I have spoken with the newcomers. They are only too glad to tell me of the Avenging Son’s plans. Wherever Guilliman goes, he leaves his men in place. Through the codex, he gave the Adeptus Astartes their independence. He is more than willing to remove it from us. Soon, the Chapters will be free in name only. And these new Space Marines, he has the gall to interfere with the work of the Emperor. If he is willing to do that..." Seth fell silent suddenly.
"What are you suggesting?" said Dante quietly.
Seth mulled his words over, even as his anger tried to force them out of his mouth. He would not speak at rage’s behest, but decided to say them in calmness. They needed to be said. "If he is regent, why not Emperor?"
"What you suggest is treasonous!"
"My words, or his actions?" snarled Seth. He drew himself up to the fullness of his considerable height. "Be careful of him, Lord of Baal. Be very careful." Without waiting for a reply, Seth walked away into the darkness.
Beginning of audio drama Hunger by Andy Smillie
Men crave food. They crave flesh. They crave power. We are not men.
The Emperor's Angels his Space Marines crave honour. They crave retribution. They crave justice. We are not Angels.
We are the blood sons of Sanguinius. We crave only violence, bloodshed. There is no void in the deep of our souls only the hunger. An insatiable call to slaughter.
