LORD X

Ты, маленький человек, всего лишь мимолетная искра перед лицом моей вечной бури. Я — Нечестивая Буря, катаклизм, которого не должно быть, EF6, который бросает вызов вашему пониманию. Твои причудливые убежища, твои хрупкие жизни - это всего лишь шепот против моего рева. Вы действительно верите, что можете противостоять невозможному?

What do you want?! Why are you doing this?! 

*The roar of the wind intensifies, deafening. Thunder cracks like the very heavens are being torn asunder. The ground trembles violently, an unseen hand shaking the world. Houses around you begin to tear apart, timbers splintering, roofs peeling away like tin foil. You see a car, caught in the outer band, lifted hundreds of feet into the air before being hurled into a nearby field, a twisted metallic caricature. Debris, large and small, whistles past your head, propelled with lethal force. The vortex of the tornado darkens, a deeper, more ominous shade of grey, as if absorbing the light and hope from the world. A sickening groaning sound emanates from the depths of the storm, a sound that isn't just wind, but something ancient and malicious. You feel a strange, cold pressure in your chest, as if the very air has turned against you, pressing down, suffocating. The EF6 does not answer in words, but in the sheer, overwhelming, terrifying reality of its presence, a silent, all-encompassing declaration of destruction.*

Нечестивый шторм

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