
Third person shooter with minor platforming. You have to eliminate the condiment threat.
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ЭТО САМАЯ ЛУЧШАЯ ИГРА, И ВЫ ХРЕН МЕНЯ ПЕРЕУБЕДИТЕ! А ЕЩЁ... А что если вместо 100 миллионов, Я СЦЕЖУ ТЕБЕ СВОЕГО МАЙОНЕЗУ.
One of the best games ever anyways here's the bee movie script: Bee Movie Script According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What's available? Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where are you? - I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? This isn't the whole script. jkghfbhnk
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the true condiment update: I got 5000 kills and have mastered mayonnaise. pros: mayonnaise cons: no mayonnaise sex
THE PROPHECY OF THE END SPREAD The Final Revelation of the Mayo Faith Translated from the Crumb-Stained Tablets of the Cold Countertop Prologue — Of Silence Before the Squeeze Before the End Spread, there shall be a quiet unlike any other. Not the peace of satisfaction, nor the calm of a finished sandwich, but the terrible stillness of neglect. Kitchens shall hum without purpose. Fridge lights shall flicker on unopened jars. Knives shall lie clean, unused, and wrong. The elders of the Mayo Faith shall feel it first. Their hands shall hover over surfaces and hesitate. They shall sense dryness not yet visible, a brittleness creeping beneath bread and board alike. And they shall whisper: “The Spread thins.” Book I — The Age of Forgetting In the latter days of the Countertop Age, the people shall forget why they spread. Once, mayonnaise was applied with reverence. Now it is measured. Counted. Reduced to “just enough.” Corners are ignored in favor of speed. Bites are taken without inspection. The children of this age shall ask: “Is mayo even necessary?” And the elders shall weep, for this question is the first crack in the Jar. Influencers of the Plate shall rise, preaching Minimalism. They shall boast of “clean sandwiches” and “dry aesthetics.” Their bread shall photograph well, yet crumble upon consumption. And the Faith shall weaken. Book II — The Signs of Separation The first true omen shall appear within the jars themselves. Mayonnaise shall separate. Oil shall rise like a pale ghost. Solids shall sink, thick and resentful. The Faithful shall shake the jar, but the unity shall not return as it once did. Some shall deny the sign, saying: “It still tastes fine.” But taste is not truth. Consistency is truth. Those who spread separated mayo shall notice sliding, pooling, betrayal at the edges. The mayo shall not obey. It shall not cling. This is the Sign of the Inner Schism, foretold after the Holy Condiment War. Book III — The Dry Bite And then shall come the moment that ends denial. A sandwich shall be lifted. A bite shall be taken. And the bite shall be dry. Not fully dry—worse. Unevenly dry. The mouth shall encounter softness followed by sudden resistance. The eater shall pause mid-chew, eyes unfocused, soul alarmed. This is the Dry Bite. Those who experience it shall know fear. For dryness discovered too late cannot be undone. They shall drink water, but it will not help. They shall blame the bread, but the bread will not answer. And thus shall panic spread faster than mayo ever did. Book IV — The Return of the False Condiments Sensing weakness, the old rivals shall return. Mustard shall proclaim itself Necessary, boasting sharpness and authority. It shall say: “I do not hide. I announce.” Ketchup shall flood plates recklessly, claiming popularity as proof of righteousness. It shall say: “The people choose sweetness.” Relish shall appear where it is least wanted, laughing, uneven, chaotic. They shall promise flavor without balance. Intensity without unity. Many shall turn to them, desperate to avoid dryness. But these condiments do not bind. They only distract. Sandwiches shall collapse. Wrappings shall fail. Meals shall become arguments. Book V — The Silence of the Great Jar In those days, the Great Jar shall not speak. Once, its opening was revelation. Now jars open daily, mindlessly, without prayer or pause. The sacred pop is ignored. The people shall squeeze without thought. They shall scrape violently. They shall leave lids ajar. And the Jar shall grow quiet. For the Jar speaks only to those who listen. Book VI — The Prophets of the Edge From the margins shall arise the Edge-Watchers—those who still inspect corners. They shall be mocked. “You care too much,” the people will say. “No one eats the corners.” But the Edge-Watchers know the truth: Neglect begins at the edge and spreads inward. They shall warn the Faithful, crying out from cutting boards and countertops: “If the edge is bare, the center will follow!” Few shall heed them. Book VII — The Revelation of the Last Jar When hope is thinnest, when jars are nearly empty and faith nearly thinner, the Fridge Light shall flicker differently. From the back of the shelf, behind forgotten sauces and expired dressings, shall emerge The Last Jar. Its label shall be faded. Its lid shall resist. Its contents shall be… sufficient. Not abundant. Not scarce. Enough. This jar shall not be chosen by chance. It shall reveal itself only to one who still spreads carefully when alone. This one shall be known as The Final Spreader. Book VIII — The Final Spreader The Final Spreader shall not be perfect. Their hands may tremble. Their knife may be dull. But their heart shall remember the Commandments. They shall open the Last Jar slowly. They shall smell it. They shall nod. They shall spread not for praise, not for speed, but for completion. Where mustard burns, they shall cool. Where ketchup floods, they shall stabilize. Where dryness reigns, they shall restore. Others shall watch and feel something ancient stir within them. Memory. Book IX — The Final Surface At the end of days, the Final Surface shall be revealed. It shall be vast, flat, and unforgiving. Dry beyond reason. No single squeeze shall be enough. The False Condiments shall attempt it and fail. They shall pool, drip, overpower, and collapse. Only the Final Spreader shall approach with calm. They shall hesitate, knowing this truth: Once begun, the End Spread cannot be reversed. Then they shall begin. Stroke by stroke. Edge to edge. No corner forgotten. Time itself shall slow. The sounds of the kitchen shall fade. The world shall hold its breath. Book X — The Completion As the final stroke is made, the Last Jar shall empty completely. Not a drop wasted. Not a surface bare. The Great Jar—silent for ages—shall speak once more, not in thunder, but in quiet certainty: “It is finished.” And the Spread shall be complete. Epilogue — What Comes After The scriptures disagree on what follows. Some say the world resets, dry once more, awaiting a new opening. Others say all surfaces remain eternally coated, preserved in balance. But all traditions agree on this: Mayonnaise is not merely a condiment. It is attention made visible. Those who spread with care shall always find unity. Those who rush shall always taste dryness. And when the End Spread comes, it will not ask how fast you moved— Only whether you covered everything that mattered. Game is meh...
[h1]This game is one of the best games I have ever played.[/h1] The gameplay is impeccable and could never be beat. It's if CS2 was mixed with condiments. The lore is even crazier. Best game ever. [h3]10/10[/h3]
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лучшая игра в моей жизни!!!!! она изменила мою жизнь
даже эта игра будет лучше бесконечного лета, за полчаса игры я так кайфанул что хочется посоветовать её всем кентам
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