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choons will help :Venera
damn you guys don't rest?
We've been almost replaced man. They have more energy than us now
Revival 77%choons will help :
And then in a moment, the message changes.
[Ping! Ping! Buzz!]
The drum’s new song crackles through his speakers. Lukas can hardly contain himself. He hurries to crack the code, working through the night… and with the first rays of morning light, he finally deciphers the sounds. But this message is unlike the first. It’s not plans, or blueprints, but coordinates…
Lukas arrives at the location provided by the drum, a barren landscape in the middle of the wilderness.
And there, driven into the earth, is an enormous metal cylinder pulsing with energy and music… This is the drum. The sound was not coming from a distant star, but here, on earth. And Lukas isn’t the only one to discover the secret…
Camped out around the drum are hundreds of people just like him. Men. Women. Humans of all shapes and sizes. A mass of lonely dreamers, searching for an answer… for the drum, the message, everything. Lukas is not alone anymore. They welcome their newest arrival…
But before Lukas can even get settled… Spotlights on the horizon. Helicopters slice through the air. Humvees bound across the plain, encircling the crowd. Loudspeakers blast the government’s message, telling the crowd to disperse. They have decoded the alien messages and believe them to be declarations of war. This location is their point of attack. The drum is a weapon. They must destroy it.
A moment of crisis. Lukas is caught in the middle. Should he trust these voices of authority, the leaders of his world? Can he trust this otherworldly message? Who was Vee? Why did she leave, and will she ever return?
But Lukas and the crowd hold firm. They are not going anywhere. The drum is an instrument of peace; it brought them all here… together.
A standoff ensues. The Dreamers. The Searchers. The Believers. The Hopeful. Versus Authority. Law and Order. The Government Machine. Tanks and soldiers surrounded the crowd, like villagers hunting Frankenstein’s monster. Pistols instead of pitchforks. Napalm instead of torches. They threaten the crowd. They intimidate. The soldiers will open fire if they do not disperse. It’s for their own good… But Lukas and the others will not leave. They will not let these automatons, these government drones, destroy that which they don’t understand.
(music continues)
you mean it could have been the perfect jogging time
Yes.
The urge to jog was real.
We've been almost replaced man. They have more energy than us now
we cam help you staying awake
3 hours of warm up jogging., at least it was just such warm up for jog
I was also here for Lockstone, and for 3 hours of Indecent Noise yesterdayhello Carl finally i see you here: