No, what nonsense. Why was I reborn at the top of the mountain?? Why skiing?? And finally, WHAT A bastard SNEEZED ON THIS MOUNTAIN. – thought a man in a ski suit, running at full speed from an avalanche. For unknown reasons, it was impossible to guess that his name was John. And so, he… flies away from the avalanche… Through the forest..
Finally all the decorations are built. The mayor of the newly rebuilt city came onto the stage and announced:
— First duel! Roman Qrr vs Troll level 1.
I went out onto the street in front of the bank in a brutal cowboy suit and a Colt Plus Thrower in my right hand. A level 1 Troll came out in front of me wearing only rags. We didn’t look at each other for long. Tumbleweeds rolled out from another street. The bell rang. In 3 seconds the troll pulled out his Colt minus gun and was already aiming at me. And I just waved my hand from right to left. The barrel that my hand was pointing at flew towards Troll and, hitting his trunk, exploded.
— 1-0 in favor of the Plus League! — The mayor said and I went back to the tavern.
After half an hour had passed, Mer https://casinoluxury.uk/games/ came out on stage again and announced.
— Second duel! Vulfych vs Onotole level 3.
Onotole just wanted to put on his glasses and blow up Wulfych’s brain, but Wulfych forestalled him by blowing up his brains first
Result of the fight: Draw
Soon, John ran into another Christmas tree. And then he woke up.
He was wearing a standard Wild West outfit, he was in the middle of the desert and he was hugging a cactus.
Further screaming was heard throughout the desert.
I have a suggestion, maybe make the game not “invent your victory”
Let’s say the author gives the seed
“The participants of the game went out onto a deserted street, the first one to write “X (you can come up with anything)” wins
Based on the principle of who wrote first
Ahhhh. Crap! What… Where… When… Why is this cow looking at my trunk?! Hmm… I get up and look around. Around the desert, cacti, an ice cream stand, more cacti, George Bush, and again fucking cacti. Oh, who do you think I am?? My name is Cat. I hear shots, I turn around. A! Here. Small town. So. Where is my Colt? Oh, here he is.
– Bye, burenka.
I salute the cow and go towards the city.
On the field, as usual, the devil was going on. Everyone was scurrying back and forth, placing boxes of ammunition, barrels of something incomprehensible… Yes – it will be a good battle.
It was just as lively on the trolls’ side. I reloaded my Colt, checked the remaining ammo. 10 minutes left before the battle.