Art the art of the monster, the mask spread its tentacles, lost his weapon, he is a sniper Alexiuss, this is the romance of the apocalypse
The head of the robot he is without a face already knows how to cook everything do household chores
Another escaped madman deciding that he is an asasin
Clouds are gathering over a person's head, he is on the right path
A great scientist shows how much better he is than you
Soldiers sleep dog is the best friend of a man he also sleeps
A boy with a girl, he with flowers, she with a baton