Meta hurts my Head
Kostya entered the small business, his little student in tow. Inside it was quite dark, a strong contrast to the bright sunshine outside. Kostya took off his sunglasses and looked around. Dusty, empty. The owner had died years ago in an accident and so this was nothing more, where were shown up earlier every day up to ten clients. Quite an exclusive store for exclusive tastes.
Maron leaned against the door frame and cleared his throat, while Kostya broke a finger on the dust cover on an old crate. He looked back.
"Oh yes. Forgive me, Maron, "he said, wiping the fingers on his jacket.
"Why are we here, Kostya? Here, dead shorts and you know it. "
is you looked at the line that Kostya had painted in the dust. In addition, three more of exactly the same length and width.
Kostya nodded and lit a temple of the sunglasses in the collar of his shirt.
"Tell me, Naron: Why is that?"
Maron wires eyes up and spoke like a child, that the same math task, calculates the fourth time: "All right. Because I went back and Matthias Stein was killed. "
Kostya nodded.
"You had to do it because he was the man who would testify Karl Stein. Nobel but inhuman. "
She sighed. "I know that. I know I would have him simply the relationship can break anything but I could not stop himself from reality. "She said.
Kostya nodded again and said, "Right. Today we are learning to Maron. You'll stop myself. "
" But, "would argue Maron, but Kostya went on with a wagging finger.
"You you'll stop before you get to travel at all. "
Maron blinked. She was confused. "You can not. The ego, which plans to travel back and commit the murder but was extinguished by the very act. You have explained it to myself. I am a man without a past, I would just appeared out of nowhere, right? "
Kostya smiled. "Not directly. Your past may in this meta-moment does not exist, but in the meta-past-your past is in the future. "
Maron looked at him, frowning. "Ages. What is this at all mean? "
Kostya turned back to the box with the lines and pulled further away from the first four. "Look," he said, and Maron was next to him. He pointed to the line.
"This is your old time line. Meta-up for zero, or whatever you want to call it. You to grow, you wound up the school and Karlstein reformed the state, which leads to the execution of your parents. "
He pressed a fingertip on the line. "Here you find the Mc-Watts apparatus and destroy the time line."
He crosses the point and drew a slope Line to the first.
"A new time line is born. Karlstein nurnoch exists in your memories. You live with the guilt of having killed a human and can not return to your family, because they never had a daughter. "
Maron nodded. "And now?" She said.
Kostya smiled at her. "In the moment that you have manipulated the time, you've moved up from the meta-datum. The meta-Clock is from then on one. "
Maron put his head back in folds. "And what that means?"
Kostya chuckled softly and took a clock from his pocket. An old thing was the golden Pocket to raise, but they are not ticked. They are true clock remained at 12 30th Kostya, they dropped open and pressed the minute hand gently for a minute back.
Maron blinked. The dust was gone, light shone into the room because the windows were not boarded up and the product was on shelves, eyed by anyone but ... old Matthew Stone, an old guy who forgot his son was true, now ruled the country.
Maron stared at Kostya. "How did you do that?" The
grinned broadly. "I only have the meta-Time turned back from 750 to 749th For up to the Meta-zero restored. The fact that you've been through my metazeitmaschine that stands still is up for the time being Metazeit stopped until you make will again manipulations. "
She stared at him, unable to say anything.
He nodded and looked at his wrist-Clock. "In three hours you will travel rurück, Maron. Use the time well. "
" Congratulations, my student, you have created your first meta-time line. "
" That must have been devastating. "
" Well, how was your destructive erste zeitmanipulation?"
"Wenn man meta-Zeit einberechnet... Nicht sehr."
"Richtig. Wir behandeln Meta-Meta-Zeit in der nächsten Lektion."
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
How To Fix A Brother Mfc-210 Printer
The best online betting
Which is the best online betting? To answer this question, the team of friends betting a large sports betting conducted test. Over a period längernen all interesting betting on the internet on the heart and kidneys were examined, compared and evaluated.
the end, the international sports betting proven provider Interwetten.com as test winner. A total of 46 out of 50 possible points Interwetten has achieved so one could just push through a point before the British bookmaker Bet365. Particularly in the areas of odds and speed disbursements could Interwetten full points!
Bet365 Betting however was not to beat in the live, here was the full number of points are reached. Moreover, Bet365 is currently offering the most attractive of all tested betting betting bonus.
landed in the squares of the Scandinavians and the German Unibet bookmaker Sportingbet, followed closely by British giant William Hill.
Which is the best online betting? To answer this question, the team of friends betting a large sports betting conducted test. Over a period längernen all interesting betting on the internet on the heart and kidneys were examined, compared and evaluated.
the end, the international sports betting proven provider Interwetten.com as test winner. A total of 46 out of 50 possible points Interwetten has achieved so one could just push through a point before the British bookmaker Bet365. Particularly in the areas of odds and speed disbursements could Interwetten full points!
Bet365 Betting however was not to beat in the live, here was the full number of points are reached. Moreover, Bet365 is currently offering the most attractive of all tested betting betting bonus.
landed in the squares of the Scandinavians and the German Unibet bookmaker Sportingbet, followed closely by British giant William Hill.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Kid Tough Camera Schematics
Sevastopol Military Tattoo
Brass Band BM MAT
Orchestra of Moscow Suvorov Military Music School
International parade of military bands, display of military ceremonies, a show of trumpeters and drummers, pipers shows, dance numbers.
http://sevastopol-fest.com/festival_orcestr.php
Ukraine:
National Presidential Orchestra of Ukraine Ukrainian Navy OrchestraBrass Band BM MAT
Russia:
Orchestra of the Russian NavyOrchestra of Moscow Suvorov Military Music School
France:
Band and Honor Guard of the Republican Guard of France
Italy:
Italian sbanderatori (flagonostsy) from Sansepolcro
Germany:
Marinemusikkorps Nordsee (Music Orchestra Northern Fleet Bundeswehr)
UK:
Bagpipes and drums 1 battalion, Scots Guards Regiment
Turkey:
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Turn Me On And Leave Song
Bundle
What FTO should be like. :D
The sun was high, baking the sand and rocks below, mercilessly drying up everything in the desert. But its rays were not strong enough to to penetrate the ceiling of the wooden shack that was built there on rocky ground. It was an old house, mended many times, but still standing strong. In front of it was a signpost, dictating the way from a place called "Avien'zim grounds" to "The Great Garden".
The door of the shack creaked loudly, when it opened to make way for a young man, clad in reddish cloth and tight boots. His face was symmetrical and quite edgy and crowned with very short, bright brown hair. His expression was a serious one, a worried frown, when he breathed the hot and dry desert air and scanned the horizon. His eyes opened wide and something in his pupils turned, when he spotted the two figures that just climbed over the top of a dune to the north east. With quick and smooth movements heran back into the shack and slammed the door shut.
The two Nexim carefully made their way down the dune. They were a peculiar but common sight around these parts. They both wore big, black, beak-shaped masks with little holes in their undersurfaces and holes for the eyes which were closed with little glass plates. Their clothing was light, their baggage heavy. Even though they had long rifles strapped to their backpacks, either of them wielded a spear. They both had short, black hair.
Carefully they approached the shack. "Alright. You watch my back, yes?" The voice of the first Nexim sounded deep but female. She slowly crept up to the shack, while her companion went in position with his spear, rigt at a corner of the shack. Standing right in front of the door she knocked on it hard and loud and said: "Nexim Patrol! I'm coming in!" In that moment, the door was flung open from the inside and off its angles, knocking the armoured woman a few feet away. The other Nexim reacted, instantly and hurtled his spear at the figure that darted out of the house with inhuman speed. With a loud crack, the spear hit the outer wall and recoiled, tumbling to the ground. The female Nexim kicked the door away and slapped her hands at the small buckles on her backpack's strap, causing them to release her. When she jumped up, the other did the same and his baggage fell to the ground with a metallic thud, sending clouds of dispersed sand in the air. They quickly grabbed their rifles and ripped them free of the backpacks to pursue their Quarry.
Said quarry had quite a headstart already and was way faster than the pursuers, despite the rather large bundle he was carrying. A white cloth seemed to be wrapped around a big object, he carried away with relative ease, while the Nexim were already producing rattling sounds through their masks. The male Nexim knelt down three yards away from the shack and positioned his long-barelled rifle under his head and aimed carefully.
The two Nexim stood above the dead body. They had pushed their masks up on the top of their heads to allow for clearer vision. The first Nexim sounded a wolf whistle. "Nice shot, Cyrus.", she said and crouched down to examine the bloody mess that used to be the stranger's head. The sand was of a dark red where the corpse had fallen to the ground. She pulled a knife from her belt and stuck it into the mushy mass on the ground. When she lifted it again, a small, delicate-looking gadget hung from a thin cord that entangled the blade.
Cyrus scratched his neck and frowned. "I never thought we were gonna get this one. He was quick. At that distance he could have easily dodged any of my shots..." He gave the bundle, that had fallen to the ground a light kick. "... had he just dropped this." She dropped the gadget and wiped her knife at the dead man's clothing. "Must've been important to him.", she said. The Nexim looked at each other and Cyrus grimaced. "Do I have to?" She smirked and replied: "Yes you do. I'm your superiour after all." She took a few steps to the right and pointed her assault rifle at the bundle in the sand, while Cyrus, sighing, knelt down and slowly stretched out his fingers towards the package. He grabbed a corner of the cloth and pulled it away, carefully. When they saw what was wrapped up there, neither of the two Nexim could hold back a gasp. She lowered her weapon and spat out in disgust. "Now they're killing our children! They always keep sinking to new lows. I'm gonna rip...", she began, but was interrupted by Cyrus. "No, no, no, no, no, wait, she's breathing." She raised her weapon again. "She's breathing.", Cyrus repeated, seemingly amazed by the fact. He pulled away more of the cloth and took a closer look at the little girl he had found. She was approximately 7 years old, wore just a thin, beige-coloured shirt and fitting skirt. Her hair was of an unusually bright colour, almost white and Cyrus could see some weird, angular and completely symmetrical lines in her face. He frowned. "She's one of them.", he said and rewrapped the girl in the cloth. The female Nexim lowered her weapon again. "So he was just protecting his young one." She wiped her forehead and sighed. "Well, I'll make them ready for transport, you go and count the corpses in the shack." Cyrus looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. "Corpses?", he said. She nodded and replied: "When he kicked the door in my face, I got a short glimpse of quite a bloodbath in there. I want them counted. Try counting the heads. Might make things easier. "
What FTO should be like. :D
The sun was high, baking the sand and rocks below, mercilessly drying up everything in the desert. But its rays were not strong enough to to penetrate the ceiling of the wooden shack that was built there on rocky ground. It was an old house, mended many times, but still standing strong. In front of it was a signpost, dictating the way from a place called "Avien'zim grounds" to "The Great Garden".
The door of the shack creaked loudly, when it opened to make way for a young man, clad in reddish cloth and tight boots. His face was symmetrical and quite edgy and crowned with very short, bright brown hair. His expression was a serious one, a worried frown, when he breathed the hot and dry desert air and scanned the horizon. His eyes opened wide and something in his pupils turned, when he spotted the two figures that just climbed over the top of a dune to the north east. With quick and smooth movements heran back into the shack and slammed the door shut.
The two Nexim carefully made their way down the dune. They were a peculiar but common sight around these parts. They both wore big, black, beak-shaped masks with little holes in their undersurfaces and holes for the eyes which were closed with little glass plates. Their clothing was light, their baggage heavy. Even though they had long rifles strapped to their backpacks, either of them wielded a spear. They both had short, black hair.
Carefully they approached the shack. "Alright. You watch my back, yes?" The voice of the first Nexim sounded deep but female. She slowly crept up to the shack, while her companion went in position with his spear, rigt at a corner of the shack. Standing right in front of the door she knocked on it hard and loud and said: "Nexim Patrol! I'm coming in!" In that moment, the door was flung open from the inside and off its angles, knocking the armoured woman a few feet away. The other Nexim reacted, instantly and hurtled his spear at the figure that darted out of the house with inhuman speed. With a loud crack, the spear hit the outer wall and recoiled, tumbling to the ground. The female Nexim kicked the door away and slapped her hands at the small buckles on her backpack's strap, causing them to release her. When she jumped up, the other did the same and his baggage fell to the ground with a metallic thud, sending clouds of dispersed sand in the air. They quickly grabbed their rifles and ripped them free of the backpacks to pursue their Quarry.
Said quarry had quite a headstart already and was way faster than the pursuers, despite the rather large bundle he was carrying. A white cloth seemed to be wrapped around a big object, he carried away with relative ease, while the Nexim were already producing rattling sounds through their masks. The male Nexim knelt down three yards away from the shack and positioned his long-barelled rifle under his head and aimed carefully.
The two Nexim stood above the dead body. They had pushed their masks up on the top of their heads to allow for clearer vision. The first Nexim sounded a wolf whistle. "Nice shot, Cyrus.", she said and crouched down to examine the bloody mess that used to be the stranger's head. The sand was of a dark red where the corpse had fallen to the ground. She pulled a knife from her belt and stuck it into the mushy mass on the ground. When she lifted it again, a small, delicate-looking gadget hung from a thin cord that entangled the blade.
Cyrus scratched his neck and frowned. "I never thought we were gonna get this one. He was quick. At that distance he could have easily dodged any of my shots..." He gave the bundle, that had fallen to the ground a light kick. "... had he just dropped this." She dropped the gadget and wiped her knife at the dead man's clothing. "Must've been important to him.", she said. The Nexim looked at each other and Cyrus grimaced. "Do I have to?" She smirked and replied: "Yes you do. I'm your superiour after all." She took a few steps to the right and pointed her assault rifle at the bundle in the sand, while Cyrus, sighing, knelt down and slowly stretched out his fingers towards the package. He grabbed a corner of the cloth and pulled it away, carefully. When they saw what was wrapped up there, neither of the two Nexim could hold back a gasp. She lowered her weapon and spat out in disgust. "Now they're killing our children! They always keep sinking to new lows. I'm gonna rip...", she began, but was interrupted by Cyrus. "No, no, no, no, no, wait, she's breathing." She raised her weapon again. "She's breathing.", Cyrus repeated, seemingly amazed by the fact. He pulled away more of the cloth and took a closer look at the little girl he had found. She was approximately 7 years old, wore just a thin, beige-coloured shirt and fitting skirt. Her hair was of an unusually bright colour, almost white and Cyrus could see some weird, angular and completely symmetrical lines in her face. He frowned. "She's one of them.", he said and rewrapped the girl in the cloth. The female Nexim lowered her weapon again. "So he was just protecting his young one." She wiped her forehead and sighed. "Well, I'll make them ready for transport, you go and count the corpses in the shack." Cyrus looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. "Corpses?", he said. She nodded and replied: "When he kicked the door in my face, I got a short glimpse of quite a bloodbath in there. I want them counted. Try counting the heads. Might make things easier. "
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