Croc Wolfson

Досье Croc Wolfson




Адрес: Украина, Киев
Происхождение: Moscow
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Нам не известно когда родился Croc Wolfson. Он был рожден в городе Moscow. Также, мы выяснили, что сейчас он проживает в городе Киев, Украина. Croc исповедует ультраконсервативные взгляды. На вопрос о религии он указал: "Christian Ortodox".


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Вот, что рассказывает Croc о себе:
Alien being
Clockwork driven
Run silent, run deep -- the mighty sub cruises the depths.  "PING!".Active sonar to port!  "Captain should we drop below the thermocline and make for safety?" "Negative, bring her up two hundred and raise periscope.  See who this pinger is." Through the periscope the captain views a Russian missile cruiser sitting idle.  Vodka bottles float listlessly all around her.  Dimly he can read vessel's designation vgvolkov@yandex.ru.  An unknown designation but the vessel looks the same as v2001v@msn.com. Torpedo and sonar rooms report readiness to fire.  Two fast swimming torpedoes -- 2000 kg of high explosive, enough to blow this cruiser  and send the pieces to a watery grave.  The tension rises. The weapon's officer fingers the triggers.  "Permission to fire, Captain?" For a second the captain is tempted -- what a beautiful bang it would make.  Even if he just threw a match at that ship with all the vodka fumes it would be blown halfway to orbit. "Negative, ping him back, raise an antenna and send this message in the clear:"

We're slimey, we're squishy, we're all a little fishy, and in this adventure we'll be feasting on your brains. 
We're abysmal creatures, with gross horrific features. 
In Cthuloid adventures, lose alot of sanity. 
So here's Miskatonic U. where all the creatures dwell, take a look at a mythos book and find yourself in hell. 
Your guns aren't defective, they just aren't real effective. 
Our feast of human flesh and souls is about to start. 
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You'll lose your soul, and go insane if you stay there too long. 
We're slimey, we're squishy, we're all a little fishy, Our feast of human flesh and souls is about to start. 
And now we'll eat your heart.