I want Nahida (got her artifact and level up mats prefarmed lmao), I am at 60 pity. I have 5 pulls and can speedrun some quests to get around 10 or so pulls. I have around 5 or so hours before banner ends.
Real life thread
- Thread starter airsuperiority
- Start date
What about the Mushroom pokemon event and the photogrphy event, the tree of dreams in vanarana, sacred sakura, battlepass or gnostic hymn, Spiral abyss
And the topup got refreshed, if you spent money on the game. But that is like emergency solution.
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LMAO, Im F2P, also broke AF. I did all events and quests.
I'm just writing a erotica hockey romance novel for fun these days. But with an Asian twist (Asian League Ice Hockey or Russia's KHL)
Preview of my first erotica romance novel
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Korean woman falls in love with a Chinese-Canadian hockey player on Kunlun Red Star (KHL)
Shim Yeong-hee looked at her smartphone listlessly. It was 5.48pm on a Tuesday evening, and her boss was out on a work trip. Yeong-hee worked for a Korean electronics company in Moscow. At the age of 25, she was just into her third year at the company. A marketing graduate, she was dispatched to the Russian capital because she took a five week Russian course as a teenager - somehow the HR director thought her bare bones Russian would be a big enough asset for her to be sent abroad as an expat.
Yeong-hee’s Russian was actually pretty lackluster. Going into her fourth month in the frozen city of Moscow was chilling her both physically and mentally. Marketing department was a bore - the company she worked for was already extremely well-known in Russia, so there wasn’t really much else to expand. Her last boyfriend, an ex-Air Korea flight steward charmer with cheekbones of steel, left her more than a year ago. Yeong-hee looked at her thighs. She was wearing that tight K-pop mini-skirt and stockings - the kind that young Korean women all over Seoul brave even in wintry winter to show off their sexy thighs. She touched her mini-skirt, caressing that soft fabric of silk, and felt a jolt shoot up her spine.
There were six other people in the marketing department. Two stocky Russians, who she unfortunately couldn’t really communicate with, her boss, and three other South Koreans. Of the three other Korean nationals, two were women and the only one South Korean guy, Park Sung-yeop, was a bespectacled and unassuming man who spent his free time in bookstores across Moscow with his hot chocolate mug. Yeong-hee thought Park was a pretty good guy overall, but not spectacular in any fashion.
Her two female Korean colleagues, Cho Jeong-min and Kim Minji, were pretty fun to be with. They would hang out in Jeong-min’s apartment on weekdays to cook up some Korean delights, and weekends were for quick shopping jaunts in the most popular shopping malls in Moscow and St. Petersburg.
Once, Kim Minji even took the threesome to an ice hockey match in Moscow, to the VTB Arena that was home to Dynamo Moscow of Russia’s KHL (Kontinental Hockey League). It was Yeong-hee’s first ever trip to an ice hockey game, and she enjoyed a dazzling performance there.
The strobe lights that projected a fantastic light show onto the white ice rink, the six-foot tall, hunky hockey players that careened across the ice at breakneck speeds, with the occasional testosterone-charged fistfight here and there, captivated Yeong-hee. Dynamo Moscow, a capital team, of course smashed their opponents that night, a team from Russia’s Far East.
But otherwise, her first four months in Russia was nothing to write home about. Between the unrelenting cold of Moscow during November, her uninspired, dry job, and the lack of interesting men she could talk to, she was getting real bored. Sometimes, the “ato!” from her KakaoTalk messaging app would ring with some meme pictures from her friends back in Incheon, Korea, or maybe a voice message from her doting mom, and they were comforting reminders of home. But, deep down, she wondered if her career path was entering no man’s land.
END OF PREVIEW
Preview of my first erotica romance novel
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Korean woman falls in love with a Chinese-Canadian hockey player on Kunlun Red Star (KHL)
Shim Yeong-hee looked at her smartphone listlessly. It was 5.48pm on a Tuesday evening, and her boss was out on a work trip. Yeong-hee worked for a Korean electronics company in Moscow. At the age of 25, she was just into her third year at the company. A marketing graduate, she was dispatched to the Russian capital because she took a five week Russian course as a teenager - somehow the HR director thought her bare bones Russian would be a big enough asset for her to be sent abroad as an expat.
Yeong-hee’s Russian was actually pretty lackluster. Going into her fourth month in the frozen city of Moscow was chilling her both physically and mentally. Marketing department was a bore - the company she worked for was already extremely well-known in Russia, so there wasn’t really much else to expand. Her last boyfriend, an ex-Air Korea flight steward charmer with cheekbones of steel, left her more than a year ago. Yeong-hee looked at her thighs. She was wearing that tight K-pop mini-skirt and stockings - the kind that young Korean women all over Seoul brave even in wintry winter to show off their sexy thighs. She touched her mini-skirt, caressing that soft fabric of silk, and felt a jolt shoot up her spine.
There were six other people in the marketing department. Two stocky Russians, who she unfortunately couldn’t really communicate with, her boss, and three other South Koreans. Of the three other Korean nationals, two were women and the only one South Korean guy, Park Sung-yeop, was a bespectacled and unassuming man who spent his free time in bookstores across Moscow with his hot chocolate mug. Yeong-hee thought Park was a pretty good guy overall, but not spectacular in any fashion.
Her two female Korean colleagues, Cho Jeong-min and Kim Minji, were pretty fun to be with. They would hang out in Jeong-min’s apartment on weekdays to cook up some Korean delights, and weekends were for quick shopping jaunts in the most popular shopping malls in Moscow and St. Petersburg.
Once, Kim Minji even took the threesome to an ice hockey match in Moscow, to the VTB Arena that was home to Dynamo Moscow of Russia’s KHL (Kontinental Hockey League). It was Yeong-hee’s first ever trip to an ice hockey game, and she enjoyed a dazzling performance there.
The strobe lights that projected a fantastic light show onto the white ice rink, the six-foot tall, hunky hockey players that careened across the ice at breakneck speeds, with the occasional testosterone-charged fistfight here and there, captivated Yeong-hee. Dynamo Moscow, a capital team, of course smashed their opponents that night, a team from Russia’s Far East.
But otherwise, her first four months in Russia was nothing to write home about. Between the unrelenting cold of Moscow during November, her uninspired, dry job, and the lack of interesting men she could talk to, she was getting real bored. Sometimes, the “ato!” from her KakaoTalk messaging app would ring with some meme pictures from her friends back in Incheon, Korea, or maybe a voice message from her doting mom, and they were comforting reminders of home. But, deep down, she wondered if her career path was entering no man’s land.
END OF PREVIEW
I just read a story about a seizure in HK of counterfeit World Cup national jerseys.
Reminds me of a story about some counterfeit NHL jerseys and how the spokesperson said that these counterfeits are often supporting organized crime and depriving rightsholders.
Very ironic language, who are the real criminals when you are charging $300 for something that costs $50 to make? Meanwhile, most of that is going to a cartel of million/billionaires. Also, who are the ones being deprived when many of these popular for children?
I have no problem with capitalism, but like really?
Reminds me of a story about some counterfeit NHL jerseys and how the spokesperson said that these counterfeits are often supporting organized crime and depriving rightsholders.
Very ironic language, who are the real criminals when you are charging $300 for something that costs $50 to make? Meanwhile, most of that is going to a cartel of million/billionaires. Also, who are the ones being deprived when many of these popular for children?
I have no problem with capitalism, but like really?
Waiting for the sequel to Xi's the one
Westoids really have made it impossible to enjoy tuning in to any international sporting hosted outside of their countries. I don't believe I'm heard anything about the current world cup that aren't just condensed westoid griefing. It's obvious that they do not care about the well-beings of south asians at all despite their pre-tenses, but only using it as an opportunity for moral validation and put others outside their circles down, these are the same people who cannot go 3 paces without the levelling casual dehumanisation and racism against south asians whenever they are mentioned in any context.
There are no attempts to conceal any of that.
Even as far back as 2008 I've heard torchbearers getting assaulted just because. You know how people like to say that it's the government that's bad and yada yada. But it's getting apparent that for the so called 'Liberal Democracy' at least, the people are far worse than their (most of) government.
There are no attempts to conceal any of that.
Even as far back as 2008 I've heard torchbearers getting assaulted just because. You know how people like to say that it's the government that's bad and yada yada. But it's getting apparent that for the so called 'Liberal Democracy' at least, the people are far worse than their (most of) government.
Sadly I guess south Asians (the ones on the subcontinent) are not really helping with their own image by furiously licking the boots of former genociders while earning the ire among Chinese/Asia cultures for mostly good reasons.
I have to use my generic description of their behaviour in the form of a Lego figure again.
