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Ultima modifica di Vealther; 16-07-2004 alle 09:45:15
un bug?
Non saprei cmq io lo reinstallosamtam90
Come faccio a copiare i dati salvati???
Ti consiglierei prima di tutto di comprarti il gioco originale.
Così t'impari a scaricarlo e a dare risposte "Fra 2 ore ce l'avrò"... che lammahVealther
La Pirateria è un reato...dire NO alla pirateria è dire anche NO alla criminalità!!!Krenim
"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
Hai ancora la faccia tosta di venire a rompere il pacco qua? Ma va via...Vealther
Non basta che cerchi di prendere per il culo loro e poi vieni anche a reclamare.. ma va la!!!Christof
"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
No tu... ma Ver...e qualcosaChristof
"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
Lo segnalo io, lo segnalate voi o si mette in ginocchio sui ceci da solo?
segnala..
Segnalate o paladini della giustizia ! -___-
Cmq che schifo di protezione, brrr...