Ho appena concluso il secondo capitolo di questa saga e devo dire che è veramente un giocone!!! Io ho scelto il 4 finale:
Spoiler:
Comunque se mi fossi unito a Denton che sarebbe successo???
Spoiler:
Sapete se faranno Deus Ex 3???
Ho appena concluso il secondo capitolo di questa saga e devo dire che è veramente un giocone!!! Io ho scelto il 4 finale:
Spoiler:
Comunque se mi fossi unito a Denton che sarebbe successo???
Spoiler:
Sapete se faranno Deus Ex 3???
"The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through. You could feel it: something terrible was going to happen. The sun low in the sky, a minor light, a cooling star. Gust after gust of disorder. Trees restless, temperatures falling, the whole northern religion of things coming to an end. No children in the yards here. Shadows lenghthened on yellowing yoysia . Red oaks and pin oaks and swamp white oaks rained acorns on houses with no mortgage. Strorm windows shuddered in the empty bedrooms. And the drone and hiccup of a clothes dryer, the nasal contention of a leafblower, the ripening of local apples in a paper bag, the smell of the gasoline with wich Aldred Lambert had cleaned the paintbrush from his morning painting of the wicker love seat." The Corrections - Jonathan Franzen
Allora, se avresti finito con JC sarebbe successo cheNeoII
Spoiler:
Che dici lo disistallo???
Xò ho dimenticato di salvare e quindi dovrei fare tutto da capo!!! 8(
Esiste qualche salvataggio su qualche sito perchè io vorrei provarli tutti i finali!!
"The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through. You could feel it: something terrible was going to happen. The sun low in the sky, a minor light, a cooling star. Gust after gust of disorder. Trees restless, temperatures falling, the whole northern religion of things coming to an end. No children in the yards here. Shadows lenghthened on yellowing yoysia . Red oaks and pin oaks and swamp white oaks rained acorns on houses with no mortgage. Strorm windows shuddered in the empty bedrooms. And the drone and hiccup of a clothes dryer, the nasal contention of a leafblower, the ripening of local apples in a paper bag, the smell of the gasoline with wich Aldred Lambert had cleaned the paintbrush from his morning painting of the wicker love seat." The Corrections - Jonathan Franzen
Come? O_ONeoII
Hai giocato a DX 2 senza nemmeno fare un savegame?
www.savegames.net
( mi pare)
" I swear by the myth of the Gods, and by the power of the Holy Flame, that my knowledges and my deeds from now on and forever shall be one with the fire. Until my body shall return to the realm of Beliar and the fire of my life be estinguished."
- Master Corristo, Gothic
No NN ho salvato prima di scegliere i 4 finali!!!
"The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through. You could feel it: something terrible was going to happen. The sun low in the sky, a minor light, a cooling star. Gust after gust of disorder. Trees restless, temperatures falling, the whole northern religion of things coming to an end. No children in the yards here. Shadows lenghthened on yellowing yoysia . Red oaks and pin oaks and swamp white oaks rained acorns on houses with no mortgage. Strorm windows shuddered in the empty bedrooms. And the drone and hiccup of a clothes dryer, the nasal contention of a leafblower, the ripening of local apples in a paper bag, the smell of the gasoline with wich Aldred Lambert had cleaned the paintbrush from his morning painting of the wicker love seat." The Corrections - Jonathan Franzen
Scusa eh, ma hai fatto il pirlaNeoII
bah
Ehmm... Ho sbagliato!!!
"The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through. You could feel it: something terrible was going to happen. The sun low in the sky, a minor light, a cooling star. Gust after gust of disorder. Trees restless, temperatures falling, the whole northern religion of things coming to an end. No children in the yards here. Shadows lenghthened on yellowing yoysia . Red oaks and pin oaks and swamp white oaks rained acorns on houses with no mortgage. Strorm windows shuddered in the empty bedrooms. And the drone and hiccup of a clothes dryer, the nasal contention of a leafblower, the ripening of local apples in a paper bag, the smell of the gasoline with wich Aldred Lambert had cleaned the paintbrush from his morning painting of the wicker love seat." The Corrections - Jonathan Franzen
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