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Proceedings from the First Annual Congress of the Brotherhood of Authentic Gay Enthusiasts: keynotes, highlights, and exclusive interviews. A rare glimpse inside a very particular vision of masculinity. For select readers only. “A gathering so sincere in its delusion, I almost felt bad asking questions.” — Chaz Delgado, Homosexual Monthly “A chilling portrait of what happens when brunch is replaced with discipline.” — Anonymous attendee

Corinna was happy that the war was over for her. Only the happiness didn't last long.

In the heart of the wasteland, amidst the crumbling spires of that forbidden, forsaken, and accursed city, a seeker of eldritch truths pursued the fulfilment of his most dreadful yearning. Yet what he unearthed was not enlightenment, but an unspeakable horror—a thing so monstrous, so alien to all known laws of nature, that mortal tongue could never frame its dread.

Investigating an old case about the tragic events that befell the four of the Santerene clan, she encounters the shadows of the past, whose echoes poison the present. On the threshold of her fate, the princess will have to experience the bitter taste of betrayal, face cold-blooded murder, feel the chilling loneliness and experience the betrayal of those she trusted. - Hey, you bastard! - shouted the guy, waving away the carnivorous rabbits?

She didn’t notice him immediately. He stood out from the regular crowd of guests and was a bit of a challenge to her. Yes, he wasn’t alone. But won’t that stop her. So no one knows how the battle on the dance floor will end.

It would seem that your name means Victory, but for me it's a complete loss.

I don't know what will happen here 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠⁰͡⁠ ⁠Ĺ̯⁠ ⁠⁰͡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠ㄏ

Two scientists. One excitation model. Nonlinear resonance is inevitable.

Desperation caught in words

Perhaps it's me?

I want to ask the person who made me doubt that I'm normal, are you even human?

Let’s stay silent about the friendship we once knew, When now we stand as enemies, cold and askew. Let’s quietly whimper in the corner, out of sight, For we are foes now, lost in this endless night.

Even if they won't read, I'll write the lines they'll never open.

In the depths of night, I sit in despair, Gazing through the window—nothing's there. I’ll hold my knees, embrace my frame, Yet feel the void, the hollow flame.

When we are sad for no reason, it is because we miss those whom we never met. Once, having chosen to go another way, you may not have run into someone you needed on the subway. Having changed the time of your trip, you must have been late for a meeting with someone important. God has his own plan, but sometimes he allows us to make mistakes in it. And so we don’t meet with those we should. And then, on long evenings we miss, not even knowing who.

- Should I walk you home? - No need, — she smiled slightly. — I’m not a little girl.

Vivid dreams can even be like dreams as well. After all, by dreaming a lot about something, one can soon have a pleasant dream. And most likely a very good one, like a horny cat from another world about his friend.

Life in a large family may be friendly or not, easy or hard, but it's never boring.

One of the pleasant moments in their lives was this wonderful concert. And especially how the singer Pavel Orlov's girlfriend thanked him with a sweet hot kiss, which was the first in their lives.