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To Hoo it mai Consern.... (z+angband)
If yoo have found this scroll, let me beegin by saying that the won-eyed body yoo took this scroll from was not mine, but a gift from my God, Khaine. I was a dark elf, proud of my herituj and bred from the finest stok of kaos-warriers. My name is Farun, but that is not important now becuz I'm dead and not even sure I spelled it dat way. I came to the surface to seek my forchun, but now I know I am gonna dye. I rite this scroll as a warning to others...do NOT warship Khaine! If yoo do, yoo may end up like me.
I entered this dunjon full of hopes. The townsmen were nice to me, and sold me a few pieces of armor for my hed and feet before I entered. All I really wanted to do wuz get a few gold peeces so I could collect the necezary scrolls to go deep. I cleaned out the first level easily...freezing icky things and lizards, but the money was scarce. I went deeper with Khaine wispering promises of glory in my eer. I lerned more spells, I blasted more monsters, leaving a trial of blood to level 3, but still my coffers would not fill.
The staerz to level 4 yawned in front of me, and I sighed and checked my pack. Plunty of food for me, plunty of torchus, but still not enuf gold. I walked down the stairs to level 4 knowing I would go no deepur....besides, I had found at least a dozun scrolls and potions. Surely one wuz Word of Recall.
Level 4 was tuff! I fought snotlings in droves, blasting holes in my enemees with magic missel, and when my experience reached a zenith, Khaine decided to "bless me with a new form".....I grew in size and my vision changed.....I had becum a Cyclops!!!!!!!!! Immediately I was hungry, and ate one of my ratins. Four to go...plunty.
I walked to level 5, confident in my new, strong body. I met a group of enemy preests and spattered the walls with their pious blud. I took wand and scrolls from them by the arm-load. I was finally rich! I ate again, and decyded that I had better go back to the surfuce...this new body was so hungry!!!
I went back up to level 4, and no monster could stand up to me. I was powerful, invincible!! But stoopid. I culd not find the staerz up!! I ate again....1 ration left. The staerz!....I went up to level 3.
On level 3, same thing. Culd not find stairs.....dat last ration begged me to eat it. Called me. I ate it. This new body has no will. Could not find saerz......whole level cleaned. I read all scrolls...now I know I'm rich!! Where is the exit????? Gotta get to the surface. Getting hungry again.
I drank all of my potions, and one of them was nasty and salty!! Getting weak....need to write this letter to warn others. Can't move anyways.
Do not worship Khaine....you hav been warned. Sick sense of humur!
Signed....
Farun, formerly dark elf.
(I started out as a dark elf Chaos warrior, but ended up a Cyclops chaos warrior. In trying to escape the dungeon, I attained level 11...powerful for a first trip in, but not powerful enough to find any food. Lesson learned.)
I entered this dunjon full of hopes. The townsmen were nice to me, and sold me a few pieces of armor for my hed and feet before I entered. All I really wanted to do wuz get a few gold peeces so I could collect the necezary scrolls to go deep. I cleaned out the first level easily...freezing icky things and lizards, but the money was scarce. I went deeper with Khaine wispering promises of glory in my eer. I lerned more spells, I blasted more monsters, leaving a trial of blood to level 3, but still my coffers would not fill.
The staerz to level 4 yawned in front of me, and I sighed and checked my pack. Plunty of food for me, plunty of torchus, but still not enuf gold. I walked down the stairs to level 4 knowing I would go no deepur....besides, I had found at least a dozun scrolls and potions. Surely one wuz Word of Recall.
Level 4 was tuff! I fought snotlings in droves, blasting holes in my enemees with magic missel, and when my experience reached a zenith, Khaine decided to "bless me with a new form".....I grew in size and my vision changed.....I had becum a Cyclops!!!!!!!!! Immediately I was hungry, and ate one of my ratins. Four to go...plunty.
I walked to level 5, confident in my new, strong body. I met a group of enemy preests and spattered the walls with their pious blud. I took wand and scrolls from them by the arm-load. I was finally rich! I ate again, and decyded that I had better go back to the surfuce...this new body was so hungry!!!
I went back up to level 4, and no monster could stand up to me. I was powerful, invincible!! But stoopid. I culd not find the staerz up!! I ate again....1 ration left. The staerz!....I went up to level 3.
On level 3, same thing. Culd not find stairs.....dat last ration begged me to eat it. Called me. I ate it. This new body has no will. Could not find saerz......whole level cleaned. I read all scrolls...now I know I'm rich!! Where is the exit????? Gotta get to the surface. Getting hungry again.
I drank all of my potions, and one of them was nasty and salty!! Getting weak....need to write this letter to warn others. Can't move anyways.
Do not worship Khaine....you hav been warned. Sick sense of humur!
Signed....
Farun, formerly dark elf.
(I started out as a dark elf Chaos warrior, but ended up a Cyclops chaos warrior. In trying to escape the dungeon, I attained level 11...powerful for a first trip in, but not powerful enough to find any food. Lesson learned.)
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