The Sims Complete Soundtrack [+Expansions] [HD]
All 9 hours and 33 minutes!
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Just people. who live on this planet. Who love, dream, make plans. Who work, have fun with friends, take care of their families. Ordinary people who just live on their own land. Ukrainians. Now our life has changed, and even many simple things have become inaccessible.
It's all because of the war. War of cruelty, stupidity and greed of russia.
But we have a belief in justice. Evil will be punished. A peaceful, happy life will come, which now we only see in dreams.
“Рік Незламності“
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I'm loving all the IT people going "No, no, Colin's behavior is perfectly normal."
It's like the opposite of all the archivists yelling at Jon
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the star wars ot but its a dating sim!
Who would you pick?
clone wars dating sim!
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Jonathan Sims: I'd love to be hunted for sport, I think it would be a fitting end.
*distant sounds of Alice "Daisy" Tonner getting tackled to the ground by one Martin K Blackwood followed by a muffled "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE"*
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The home of Copperdale High Barracudas.
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July 2022 - Black Lotus
This is the most challenging build I have ever done as almost all of the stuff I have are loft related items and the colors are neutral, brown, gray, black and white. But as always, I had fun -- thats the most important part. I took the image provided and made a painting out of it and followed (i hope) the palette.
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I was scared, Darla. I was so scared. I was certain I’d been set up, that they wouldn’t be returning. I turned to leave, hoping I could get back to the TMA feed but then the program began to speak from where it was trapped in the computer.
It was their voices. It was Jon and Martin's voices. I know you won’t believe me but they read the stories and I know it was their voices. I froze in place.
They grew clearer, and as the distortion faded from the recording for a moment I could make out the mechanical tones, the off-putting cadence. They spoke slowly, intoning the incident reports with steady, measured voices. Something was speaking through them, from inside the machine.
I said the only thing I could think: “Jon? Martin? Is that you?”
And those voices I have loved for eight years answered: “Some of them.”
And then they laughed.
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