time birthdays. I will be specifically requested, as a gift for a child, the soldiers . Well, I think, could not be simpler. I was afraid of having to untangle between versions and breeds Gormiti completely unknown to me. Instead, it is not pure and simple soldiers who enlist. Not that I'm an expert but my stuff times. worry, wait until the last moment and step at the supermarket. Between a broccoli and a large tin of yogurt buy a nice pack of ancient Romans (who knows if there is pack of modern Romania, like the employee of the ministry, the grattacheccaro the Portinaro Via Merulana, the Tassinari, er potato).
The choice of the ancient Romans is dictated by a choice of educational choice that mitigate war-mongering. But the ancient Romans Carrefur if they are not. Nor paratroopers, or even the ubiquitous cowboy shooters. Cross-reference: I will try in a Toys' R Us, dedicated to the toy store. But the attempt fails. Cars galore, and monsters of all kinds, ranging deformed than in my day was the lone Big Jim. Steroid packs with graphic images of bodies from un'addestratore special trip to amphetamines. Soldiers at all. Chideo. The clerk looks at me as a Genuis Apple Store to have been asked where they keep the Olivetti Lettera 32 . "Plastic" points. sure, plastic and what else if not?
takes me to a dark and forgotten recess and pointing with a couple of packs enough to hang the display says, bucket and bag. It is enough. In fact, the circular bucket, the modest sum of 12.40 euros, is divided into four areas such as Berlin and includes Americans of yesteryear, Japanese, British and Germans. I became suspicious because the Germans, Nazis loosely engage a flag of West Germany and then united, that the post-1989. Okay playing at war but at least we do not give wrong information. And they are so, generic, cheap, without a soul. I played with the legendary British paratroopers, the Africa Korps, and like I said with the Soviet army of heterogeneous seventeen. Esco disconsolate.
I understand that you do not play with more troops, in uniform and the band united and fraternal. Individuals who work for the group: that Shakespeare (and Speilberg) called Band of Brothers . No more team play, strategies and tactics, sacrifice and sharing. Better individual and oversized hero, lone soldier dressed by viagra green supremacist. That fighter, dressed all the technology possible and unlikely, in the end does nothing but lead to another lone hero punches and probably depressed. In the darkness of the soldiers shared their rations boxes K, tell dirty jokes and shows pictures of girlfriends. Those others, the heroes muscle causing a permanent smile, a rictus drug, perpetually exposed to the merciless look in their transparent packaging, consumed by an endless performance anxiety.
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