Seven men in combat uniforms and dark coats, holding automatic rifles aimed at the people. Soldiers from some side... but from which one?
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Seven men in combat uniforms and dark coats, holding automatic rifles aimed at the people. Soldiers from some side... but from which one?
I'm just a representation of your mental faculties... piecing together any available information. You should probably ask the lieutenant.
They stand, facing the wall... It's impossible to discern any details about their personality or background.
The abundance of bullet holes leads to two options: either an inordinate amount of executions were performed here, or they did not use a conscience round -- where only one soldier has the loaded rifle. Looks like this was a mass execution with everyone fully armed.
The morning sun rises beyond the horizon, radiating the first light of the day. The order was carried out at dawn.
Snowflakes fall on the wooden planks and the surrounding sand dunes, covering the land with the white of innocence...
Where the dead body used to hang, clearly visible from the roof. But no longer.
Of course she won a beauty pageant. She's very symmetrical.
It's a peninsula. She might be trapped.
... and it's not a shaker. It's nothing. He's holding nothing.
Back to the village -- then back here -- then back to the coast again... That must be 3 kilometres in total. Okay...
It's not a shaker. It's nothing. He's holding nothing. It is but an imitation.
2) Standard work boot, steel reinforced toes, no 44. Either the blond muscular guy, Glen, or the young guy with a plectrum around his neck.
You're not bad. It's as if the whole world darkens -- and the tracks burn in it with strange beauty.
Impossible to tell. Could also have been an adolescent. The gait is undeveloped.