Каждый раз, когда вы, имея ввиду Трауна, произносите или пишите "Трон", где-то в мире грустит Стивен Лисбергер...
"Кто больший глупец - глупец или глупец за ним следующий?"(с) Оби-Ван Кеноби
"Весь мир - театр, но спектакль выходит скверный, ибо роли распределены из рук вон плохо."(с) Оскар Уайльд

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" - Те люди, внизу, они живут по правилам, а толку? Их всё равно поглотил страх.
- А перестанут бояться и что?
- Тогда всё просто. Выбираешь путь и идёшь без оглядки." (с) FaF III

Nazareth – Games
Комаров Кирилл – У входа в рай
Peter Gabriel – Games Without Frontiers
Воскресенье – Кто виноват
Антонио Вивальди – Танец смерти (Escala Palladio)
Андрей Миронов – Где ты была?
Hammerfall – Last Man Standing
Кукрыниксы – Холодно
Disturbed – Indestructible

I'm so prog I listen to concept albums on shuffle. © kmac2021
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This was never planned as a nine-episode work. © George Lucas

I cut that number [twelve] down to nine becouse the other three were tangential to the saga. © George Lucas

I've left pretty explicit instructions for there not to be any more features. There will definitely be no Episodes VII-IX. That's because there isn't any story. © George Lucas

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«Фанаты же - они такие, всё ненавидят.» Джордж Лукас

I came from The Net. I searched through people, systems and cities for one thing – players. My format - Game Sprite. Roll initiative!

Safest thing on board is baradium!

I came from The Net. I searched through people, systems and cities for one thing – players. My format - Game Sprite. Roll initiative!

Safest thing on board is baradium!

Humans are replaceable. Seconds are not.
Zippers are canon. Buttons are not.

Bor Gullet knows..

"Невинный блаженец" © D.G.

Ilaan vanished – and took all the sounds and sources of light along. Only Ilaan remained. Down on his knees, an obedient servant of the Force, just like all those months ago. It spoke to him – and he listened, without saying a word. Out of his silence, the sounds and images appeared, filling the space around them, giving the reality its meaning and weight, just like clean white cloth that gradually becomes heavy with blood when it covers the body.