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The world took a deep breath, closed his eyes… And took a step back!When I opened my eyes the next time, I found the door wide open and three uninvited guests on the threshold. In theory, enough to get worried, right?What is much worse - the guests were lying side by side in the doorway, showing no signs of life. Having overcome a slight nausea, I leaned over them - and immediately covering my mouth with my palm, I rushed headlong into the bathroom.Whatever killed them wasn't a bullet, a laser beam, or anything else that was instantaneous. It was more like something took and displaced a certain volume inside their heads by several centimeters - there were no brains scattered by the shot, not even blood. The displaced tissues tightly clogged the wounds, which made everything look innocent enough from the outside.But, unfortunately, I knew what it was. As well as something that can create something similar.Manyunya Anthea.And, of course, her younger sisters, who served us glorious
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And nothing has changed in the world. During my absence, Mekon not only didn’t make any progress on the part of the ritual, he didn’t even start it! The jester knows what this overgrown child could do, but I found him exactly where I left him - in a cold hut, sleeping under the skins. The shack did not include its own fireplace, or even a place for a fire - the tribe was going to cook at the public fires - so, of course, there was a quite logical oak tree in the house.However, it’s not for me to freeze - jumping up from the bed, I made the character do several energetic swings of my arms and tilts, dispersing the blood and warming it a little. There were even a few cakes on the table, baked by who knows who, but as a breakfast it will do. Another observation was that the sunbed of Mekon himself dominated the tiny room; no other furnishings could be found. So, again an orphan and a loner? The abyss of imagination, you will not say anything.And the thought of becoming an adult for som
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- What did you do there? she hissed. Tired of living?It's a shame. Humiliating. The sergeant didn't even take out his sword, he just slammed his fist in the teeth, Gaava too, out, spreading her hands. It's not fatal, and thus the update really works, but damn it, how humiliating and painful! None of the dispersing slaves even spared me a glance, neither sympathetic nor even indifferent. Slaves, indeed.And I'm a child slave. Which, even with a strong desire, armed with a stick, will not be able to do anything with an adult - be it three times smaller and lighter. Great start to a gaming session. It seemed that the ritual would indeed be indispensable, even if it caused the most dreary thoughts in Mekon. So it's time to go? Even if you don't want to, of course. And what do you want?There were plenty of plans, actually. For starters, sneak into the vicinity of the Great Church and get my old corpse there - the red eye has so far been my only valuable thing that I managed to get in thi
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In a world inhabited by people, there is always its own rhythm, its own pace. Even at night, while people are supposed to sleep, in theory, the real city never sleeps. But even in such places there is something that normal people jam with drugs and almost do not wince from the taste - Mondays. The time when the city dies out, as a reminder that the area here once did not know people. That is why it is so uncomfortable on a deserted November road - here such a Monday is always alive. Or, perhaps, the well-fitted cobblestones of the eternal path are specially laid here precisely as a reminder of transience and uselessness - passing here, grown-up children part with a whole heap of illusions, and this also acts as part of the ritual ... I don’t know. These are not my thoughts at all, this is Mekon whining again - the skin is warm, he is holding shoes, he is full, he has had enough sleep, everything is fine, so he is furious with fat.But in fact, in our case with him, even just getting t
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Mekon also knew these, so he was almost not frightened - you know, he made a gesture mechanically driving away evil spirits, but froze. Kikimors, if they start complaining, remember your name. They will drag it away, drag it into the water, drown it ... And in a couple of days they will feast on a swollen drowned man.Holding his breath, step by step, he backed away, back to the already seemingly less dangerous path. All these horsemen, soldiers, fighters, slave traders were now such simple and understandable guys! Well, they'll kick me once for warning, well, they'll take me to the nearest fortress for trial - either to Customs or to Huerta Moi. They won't kill or drown. After all, yes?Under the foot was a familiar stone, and from somewhere, no one knows where, came a familiar condescending chuckle. The spider is playing around, who else. And the beach slowly calmed down, kikimoras buried themselves in the sand, leaving behind a texture up to bizarre winding traces of the wind. Soon
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The torch died just as I found the second staircase leading to the level where, judging by the bracelet, the very spider I came to hunt should live. I hope it's not too big and not very poisonous.Something crunched under my foot, and I forcefully forced myself to take the next step. I really did not want to know what crushed just now. It will be easier to sleep later. The second torch lit up easily, quickly, the darkness receded again.And at that moment, on some reflexes, I staggered to the side, put the stick in front of me - and someone's jaws immediately closed on it. Or chewed. Or pedipalps—hell knows what the biting organs of arachnids are called. One way or another, he was waiting for me at the very stairs.- Oh, you!I pulled the stick out of the monster's grip by force and swung it hard. The stick hit an empty place - nature also did not offend the reaction of the spider. He jumped back, sat down on his hind legs, preparing to throw. I too froze, studying my opponent. It's o
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- Opa. Hello…Then I noticed a familiar stick out of the corner of my eye, lying right there, at the very feet of this ... This ... In general, the weapon was found. Not the fact, of course, that the same thing, but it will come in handy. You have to get too close to hit with a torch, and I'm not sure I want to get close to a creature of this size.As if having heard my thought, the creature took the first step, entering the illuminated space, and with difficulty I suppressed the very first urge to ask the rattle. To say that the creature was standing in front of me is huge - it's nothing to say! Taller, bigger and obviously heavier than me, the boss spider still had the same inhuman reaction! I barely had time to roll to the side when terribly huge, terribly sharp biters ripped the air above me."What are they called? - Flashed through my head. - I'll finish the session, and the first thing - on the wiki!"I waved the torch, but there was no one there. Silence and loneliness. Just dr
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Monday November gave way to August - also Monday. I don't know how people used to live when they had to go to jobs they didn't like just to avoid starving to death, but damn it I would stay in one place for more than a few days if it didn't meet some of my needs, did not reveal me in one way or another. Labor should ennoble a person, crush the monkey in him, and not reduce him to the state of a voiceless and brainless creature with trembling paws and a tunnel muzzled perception. That's why I'm here, having slept at six in the morning, only fifteen seconds ahead of Bauer's punctual as clock - he bowed his head politely in response to my greeting, went to his department. And I, of course, went to self-actualize in my own. There were the only people whose opinion meant anything to me, thoseAnd it's not even that I'm counting on the same from them - it never occurred to me to think so, honestly. It's just… In addition to our trinity, there were a dozen more absolutely passing personaliti