Virtual World #07 15 августа 1997

Fantasy - Remembering Zofena Ranemakera.

           FANTASY


(C) ALEX KLADOV



            Bludvich.
 Memoirs Zofena Ranemakera


  Hmmm, gloomy room.
Fans and air conditioners are not
expected, but the evil spirits
- More than enough. I'm thinking:
what the heck, I took up this matter, which, incidentally, did 
not I know. Learned to his magic in

hostel for magicians at secondary level. No! I went to do what 
he I do not know that, here, I do not know where.

Vaughn and his assistant was sent to me.
Looks to me like a wolf in lamb, pulled out a sword, swung.
Well, nothing, brainless warrior. I
'll show you how great our
objective harm. I have a little book
was. I remember: he began
read, read the word 'Missile'
(Barely uttered). The warrior yelled ...
So he, foe, and we should. I
once more chanted: 'Missile', he
disappeared. I gathered together with him barahlishko all. 
Hardly, therefore, in fits in the pockets. Was he:

Very long sword, as the cutting rake, which I almost nose
broke down last week; Buckler - consumer goods (such a shield
only adds weight, so would
and threw it, so sorry for the memory of
dead comrade), money (a little), and key pieces of fifteen. A
then fifteen and a quarter. Well
and anything else on the little things. Hoisted
I have it on his shoulder and walked aimlessly (I remember with 
pohmelyugi I was terrible then).



  From another drunken sleep me
awakened bitter blow metal grate behind which could see an 
endless corridor. Rousing himself from an unpleasant shock, I 
began to frantically search for the keyhole. After half an hour 
useless in picking a hole found the key I guess turn the key 
and the door to my very big surprise, opened. In this joyous 
moment I he said to himself: "The first barricade

taken, nowhere to retreat. Must
strongly to go to the light target "
and, patting my mate
shoulder, he added: "I will be severely
avenge them (my enemies) for your
death! ".


  Around the smell of mildew. Crawling
spiders (yes, but not in Paradise, I was!). And what to do - 
promise fulfill this need! Nehru

me wrong, to cry with joy
was. And I feel like someone
scratching behind the wall. As lightning proshiblo - Rats! 
Throwing in This confusion of his friend climbed

to the nearest wall, good onaya
was behind him. Like a spider some! I did not rattle the bones 
of the maze, and to weave a web needed. I'm hanging on the wall 
and I feel that after the arms scandal. Picked up, and a 
warning as yelled: "Missile, Missile, Mi-Mimi." So yes, that 
little voice ripped off. Flew away from me at all

of magic missiles. On
eight words choked - the magic was over. Well, I think the rats
scared, you can get off and go to sleep
little mana restore. Although I probably would in two years it 
does not cry - eerily with childhood fear of mice and rats. K

Besides brick my weight on
hold refused. And besides
jumped out of the hands! So once and for
the patient's head is cracked (cracked, though)! Fell asleep, I 
remember. 


  Wonderful dreamed a dream: a butterfly
casks, barrels, Krynki, glasses,
Circles, ogurechki ... Fifth circle, I remember drinking. When 
suddenly ... On you, please:! Where no

penny came a man of some
with wings and a mace
in their hands, which is very reminiscent of my magic wand of
my home guesthouse. And he began to
ear yelling: "Should not you
boy, magic, new? Armour said. Prices at me - the most
low. Because I'm alone here
magic trading. Let's 10 coins and
we are counting!. "Well, I am frightened
and agreed. I woke up - the first
business reached into the purse with the money.
Look - not exactly have ten of these plump and shiny coins. 
Well, now to stash money no. If the wife is all that remains

do not bring the soul of vytryaset. Hang the purse on the seat 
and look around. Pitch darkness, without

see no DIG. Even if the eye vykolesh still did not see. I have 
gone farther (forward, there. Though where was now before

probably no one now neskazhet)
. I made two careful steps.
The third wish with all boldness,
but failed. Pinnul something.
I look at this 'something' and
freezes the heart, the soul out of the
five breaks. The corpse in front of me
lies somewhere! "Well, started" thinking. "Home does not get 
out alive. If case you have all the money here

drink away. "corpse was fresh. And
looks like someone familiar.
Good look at me (hangover was let go a little). Watching: so
Well this is my comrade!
"No-e" - think "disorder" must drag him with me at home
land! ". I swung it over his shoulder
and went on. Around it is much lighter. Whether ever I
razlipli, whether lighting was added. Reliably say no
I can not.


  He passed a little ... What will you do once the door, so it
rastak. I tried the old way: put in the lock key. Slightly
not bent it, and not zamka
opened. True again, not the party interjected. Delighted, 
turned ... What a slime! Jammed it or what? Forced to retreat. 
He sat a little on the stone floor, spat with vexation turned 
around and went back. Go and I think: "It's a shame that turn

I had to. Comrade never
Forgive me! ". It has been a little bit, I decided to look 
around. I'm tired of one point of gaze. Looked to the left - 
nothing. Checked whether hand selected to

then do not mix. Looked
on the right - the door swings. Not
locked, I mean. Squeezed harder
a stick in his hand and shoving
door stepped into the unknown.


  Uncertainty was eerily similar to my completed
maze and I relaxed a bit
. The place in which I was not
removed probably a hundred years. Here
so foul smelling, the floor was littered with so many obedkov 
and something else ... I am interested in strange sound was 
distributing very close. I thought it was

Again rats. But no! Looked,
and beside me is a
monster mailed. But even frightening, accustomed to the 
outgoing everywhere danger and therefore almost no

coward. And so I say to him:


  -Wow underground rat.

It did not hurt, only
snarled in reply:


  -What are shlyaeshsya? For a long time
noggin did not receive?

I rubbed my head thought of the brick:


  -Oh no! Minutes, a kind, forty
ago, the last time something.

And so he quickly shut up:


  -Sell something, just like Ali
shlyaeshsya here?

And he, without hesitation, how to crack me on the head with 
something heavy. I'm a little language is not swallowed. "Wow 
hospitality" - I thought to myself: "Where are ignorant

only come from? ". And how can kick
him on the knee. He, poor fellow, from
howl of pain. Well, I think, come down,
come! Now here all protection and meet me on the wall
smear. While he cackled and turned somersaults on the floor I, 
without thinking twice, opened his favorite book on the page 
itself erased, and how preach 'Mimi lyrics, Mi-mi-mi-cl!'.

I do not know why he was my voice on
the soul does not come, but it somehow
cringed the whole and the subsequent
questions simply did not answer. Well
I asked him to give me
chainmail (Chahin mail to anglitski)
I do not remember how I managed to
attach to themselves as the judges, but
I remember that my feet then do not
gave way to a joke. I looked at this gadyushnike (bathroom is a 
place you will not name) and realized that I sit down for a 
week in this cell is also not the people would throw. And once

me of this small, which by this time settled down on the floor, 
sorry. Killed a guy for no penny!



  He sat down, rested a bit, wrote a letter to the Chief
rektoriariusa guesthouse MD Vshegonyayko. I wrote: "So and so
roulés, entered the
contact with the natives, but had to liquidate because of 
previlikoy aggressiveness. "At the end of wrote: "Tell me on my 
condolences to the family of the deceased companion. Although I 
do not know his name, but I saw him

heroically died in the fight against evil! ".
And I sob, and went towards the exit, on raspinnyvaya
the way beer cans, cucumber
kozhurki and fish heads. After
another accurate kick came a strange sound. I
thought that can not be pub
Bank of dual ring.
Had to use your hands to search for the source. And so, in
third time, raking one and the
the same bunch of garbage, I stumbled upon
key. Why I did not notice it right away? My eyes rested on
weird written form, which could be seen on it. For many years,
that this key is held in a cucumber-potato pile of blackened 
and he turned green. Letters become illegible (and I

was not a linguist). So
had not figuring to take
this key in the left arm and I went
a creaking gate.


 Continuation During the next room


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