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While I was slaving away on my dissertation, my brain wasn't producing anything other than material needed for my studies. Yesterday, my torment ended; only minor tasks remained, and my brain decided to start producing "drugs" and chasing "highs" again.
I don't remember most of the events, but some left very vivid impressions.
The events took place in a surreal city, as if it wanted to enter my traveler's drug-induced fantasies. There were many commoners, but there was also an elite, in the form of some kind of wizards, who were respected and very important. I was among the ordinary people, and honestly, I didn't really influence the events around me. There was another interesting feature in this world: if a person (regardless of whether they have magical powers or not) mentally enters a cheat code for something, they get it. Or maybe only I could do that. The procedure looked like this: I close my eyes, open them - a panel appears, into which, with the power of thought, the desired inscription in English with numbers is entered; I close my eyes again, open them - and in front of my eyes is what the cheat gave. In any case, this was not approved, so I rarely resorted to this method, only when no one was around.
Some young man, who introduced himself as a wizard, decided to visit this city. He was also dressed as if he had escaped from a high-budget Hollywood fantasy.
We immediately became friends, and everything was great. While the city authorities were unhappy and no one wanted to believe him, it was suggested to conduct some kind of test involving finding objects, which was conducted by some nasty woman who had a whole crowd of servants.
On her orders, the workers hid various objects throughout the city, which the wizard had to find. I offered to help, and together we searched all the places (I don't remember how it all happened, but the impressions remained positive). I only remember that we didn't know in advance what exactly we were looking for, and I don't even know what they had in common.
Only the last object remained to be found, which the wizard could sense but didn't know how to get to. At some point, we were both exhausted, and I suggested using a cheat. And although he didn't approve of my idea, when no one was around, he agreed with my suggestion. And so, I close my eyes, go through the whole process - and we are already on the roof of a tall, cylindrical building. And in front of our eyes lies a pile of moldy human fingers, which were the last object we were looking for.
The city rejoiced, no one doubted my companion's abilities, he accepted congratulations and was happy. Meanwhile, I moved away from him to watch the woman who organized the test, to hear her scold her servant for not putting the fingers in the container and hiding them in an inaccessible place, which was practically impossible to get to (the keys to the building and the roof were only with that servant, and how we got there and left, my friend attributed to the ability to perform complex flight spells). I was already going to tell my friend everything and accuse that woman and her servant of cheating. But I changed my mind, because the woman was upset not because the guest passed the test, but because he found the fingers too late, and they had time to become covered in mold and were now useless.
That's the kind of "drug" this is, gentlemen.
I don't remember most of the events, but some left very vivid impressions.
The events took place in a surreal city, as if it wanted to enter my traveler's drug-induced fantasies. There were many commoners, but there was also an elite, in the form of some kind of wizards, who were respected and very important. I was among the ordinary people, and honestly, I didn't really influence the events around me. There was another interesting feature in this world: if a person (regardless of whether they have magical powers or not) mentally enters a cheat code for something, they get it. Or maybe only I could do that. The procedure looked like this: I close my eyes, open them - a panel appears, into which, with the power of thought, the desired inscription in English with numbers is entered; I close my eyes again, open them - and in front of my eyes is what the cheat gave. In any case, this was not approved, so I rarely resorted to this method, only when no one was around.
Some young man, who introduced himself as a wizard, decided to visit this city. He was also dressed as if he had escaped from a high-budget Hollywood fantasy.
We immediately became friends, and everything was great. While the city authorities were unhappy and no one wanted to believe him, it was suggested to conduct some kind of test involving finding objects, which was conducted by some nasty woman who had a whole crowd of servants.
On her orders, the workers hid various objects throughout the city, which the wizard had to find. I offered to help, and together we searched all the places (I don't remember how it all happened, but the impressions remained positive). I only remember that we didn't know in advance what exactly we were looking for, and I don't even know what they had in common.
Only the last object remained to be found, which the wizard could sense but didn't know how to get to. At some point, we were both exhausted, and I suggested using a cheat. And although he didn't approve of my idea, when no one was around, he agreed with my suggestion. And so, I close my eyes, go through the whole process - and we are already on the roof of a tall, cylindrical building. And in front of our eyes lies a pile of moldy human fingers, which were the last object we were looking for.
The city rejoiced, no one doubted my companion's abilities, he accepted congratulations and was happy. Meanwhile, I moved away from him to watch the woman who organized the test, to hear her scold her servant for not putting the fingers in the container and hiding them in an inaccessible place, which was practically impossible to get to (the keys to the building and the roof were only with that servant, and how we got there and left, my friend attributed to the ability to perform complex flight spells). I was already going to tell my friend everything and accuse that woman and her servant of cheating. But I changed my mind, because the woman was upset not because the guest passed the test, but because he found the fingers too late, and they had time to become covered in mold and were now useless.
That's the kind of "drug" this is, gentlemen.
