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You walk for several days and nights straight, unable to afford a room at the nonexistant inns which the humble towns along your path could not afford to build, and eventually come upon | You walk for several days and nights straight, unable to afford a room at the nonexistant inns which the humble towns along your path could not afford to build, and eventually come upon | ||
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the city which smells like fish. You can see a moderately large castle towering over the finer part of the metropolis. You are surrounded by colorful stalls hawking goods such as cartwheels and booze. Prostitutes, thugs, and vagrants line the city streets, which are, as a nice change of pace, paved. There are numerous bars about. A man in shiny-ass mail armor is standing on a soapbox. He shouts, "Wstąpić do Siły Zbrojne Rzeczypospolitej Polskiej! Pomóż nam przynieść śmierć brudne Moskali oraz podejmują gorzałka. Chwałę Rzeczypospolitej!" | the city which smells like fish. You can see a moderately large castle towering over the finer part of the metropolis. You are surrounded by colorful stalls hawking goods such as cartwheels and booze. Prostitutes, thugs, and vagrants line the city streets, which are, as a nice change of pace, paved. There are numerous bars about. A man in shiny-ass mail armor is standing on a soapbox. He shouts, "Wstąpić do Siły Zbrojne Rzeczypospolitej Polskiej! Pomóż nam przynieść śmierć brudne Moskali oraz podejmują gorzałka. Chwałę Rzeczypospolitej!" | ||
Current revision as of 23:05, 11 May 2010
You walk for several days and nights straight, unable to afford a room at the nonexistant inns which the humble towns along your path could not afford to build, and eventually come upon
Danzig,
the city which smells like fish. You can see a moderately large castle towering over the finer part of the metropolis. You are surrounded by colorful stalls hawking goods such as cartwheels and booze. Prostitutes, thugs, and vagrants line the city streets, which are, as a nice change of pace, paved. There are numerous bars about. A man in shiny-ass mail armor is standing on a soapbox. He shouts, "Wstąpić do Siły Zbrojne Rzeczypospolitej Polskiej! Pomóż nam przynieść śmierć brudne Moskali oraz podejmują gorzałka. Chwałę Rzeczypospolitej!"
Do you:
- Browse the street vendors' wares
- Hire a prostitute
- Enter a bar
- Find out what the man on the soapbox is saying. Oh boy! It's educational, just like a fortune cookie.
- Continue down the street
| Status | ||
| Health | Healthy | Equipment: |
| Property Damage Inflicted | $0 | |
| Blood | 12 pints | |
