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Ki Arururi
~ The protagonist of this diary ~
So what if I have no achievements? I don't need them. Let mad dogs drool and chase after ridiculous labels.
Height: 158 cm.
Date of birth: 01.01.981
My fortress: a house in Enlil.
First job: Kuromod; first day — 01.09.999; last: 25.02.1000.
Affiliation: Guild of Arts.
Ex-husband
Height: 181 cm.
Date of degeneration: 06.11.980
Doghouse: in Enlil.
Got married on 03.03.1000. I told him the cave would be ready after a year of marriage, but the poor thing couldn't take it — I caught him exchanging fluids with a harlot from the Symphony of Red Lanterns. Divorced on 09.09.1000. Upon learning he was married, the harlot apologized profusely, and he's no longer welcome there. Serves you right, LOSER. Before the trip to Sugar, I squeezed some clothes out of her — supposedly on credit. The loser surprised me too — on 02.03.1001 he showed up after me at the Sushin wall. Asked for forgiveness, wanted to patch things up, yo! I said I'd think about it if he killed a hundred Calcites. Let him have something to dream about — it's harmless, especially when a Calcite spear or arrow ends up in his gut.
Skinflint and doll
I got a job with them. Skinflint shared worldly wisdom, advice, and taught all sorts of fun skills — I thought it was just out of kindness, but on my last working day he handed me a bill. Cheap bastard. We agreed I'd pay it off over several years, but he tucked tail and ran. THANK YOU, HARRAN EMPIRE. He'll never see his precious "rem" from me now. The doll is a total nothing — by day she's like a decoration behind the counter, and by night it's obvious what she's used for.
Shinlander and Shinlanderess
King and queen of Shinlandia. They trade in junk. The woman is tough — stronger than the man. I wouldn't want to look like her, but she doesn't evoke hostility — quite the opposite. Her husband is like air — you walk past and don't even notice him.
Bitch
A trader of words, letters, and paper — you'll never get a discount or a kind word from her. Works in Bitchzard, currently in a Shin shack.
Tseoshka of Sugar
Funny guy. I wonder what would happen if I sat on his * and at the moment of * smashed his head with a rock?
Lived in the Sugar kennel, then at the Sushin wall, now in a temporary headquarters in Shin.
Mentor
Taught me to blow the horn, lick the flute, pluck the strings, and so on. If I were the master of her cave and mine, I'd be mastering them every day instead of being a tseoshka of tseoshkas.
Mustache
The man thanks to whom we all live well. For some reason I thought he was an artist, but he turned out to be a theologian. Looks sad. If he made me his queen — I'd let him rest his head on my lap, I'd pity him, but as it is *, let him handle it himself. Though maybe the show-off already warms his featherbed — she doesn't cling to him for nothing.
Mustache's female
I know nothing about her except that she has blue hair, golden eyes, and that she's a relative of the tautologist. She was supposed to live in the palace, but now she probably lives in a dump.
Iceberg
Runs the guild of nosey-parkers in my city. I wanted to find some interesting work there, but she says it's for members only. Well, choke on your members, then.
Crackpot
An artist. Draws well, but if you talk to him, your brain will start rotting very quickly. Somehow ended up at the front. Once I peeked into his den, found a disgusting-looking jar — and inside it was *.
Schizo
It speaks for itself. If I were a man, I'd drag her to my basement and never let her out. As it is, I can only lick my lips at the shoes in her shop and think about dumplings.
Tseoshka of Enlil
The main inhabitant of the Enlil kennel. Cute, that's all I can say.
Barebelly
A funny clown.
March
The boss at the Sugar pounding mill.
~ The protagonist of this diary ~
So what if I have no achievements? I don't need them. Let mad dogs drool and chase after ridiculous labels.
Height: 158 cm.
Date of birth: 01.01.981
My fortress: a house in Enlil.
First job: Kuromod; first day — 01.09.999; last: 25.02.1000.
Affiliation: Guild of Arts.
Ex-husband
Height: 181 cm.
Date of degeneration: 06.11.980
Doghouse: in Enlil.
Got married on 03.03.1000. I told him the cave would be ready after a year of marriage, but the poor thing couldn't take it — I caught him exchanging fluids with a harlot from the Symphony of Red Lanterns. Divorced on 09.09.1000. Upon learning he was married, the harlot apologized profusely, and he's no longer welcome there. Serves you right, LOSER. Before the trip to Sugar, I squeezed some clothes out of her — supposedly on credit. The loser surprised me too — on 02.03.1001 he showed up after me at the Sushin wall. Asked for forgiveness, wanted to patch things up, yo! I said I'd think about it if he killed a hundred Calcites. Let him have something to dream about — it's harmless, especially when a Calcite spear or arrow ends up in his gut.
Skinflint and doll
I got a job with them. Skinflint shared worldly wisdom, advice, and taught all sorts of fun skills — I thought it was just out of kindness, but on my last working day he handed me a bill. Cheap bastard. We agreed I'd pay it off over several years, but he tucked tail and ran. THANK YOU, HARRAN EMPIRE. He'll never see his precious "rem" from me now. The doll is a total nothing — by day she's like a decoration behind the counter, and by night it's obvious what she's used for.
Shinlander and Shinlanderess
King and queen of Shinlandia. They trade in junk. The woman is tough — stronger than the man. I wouldn't want to look like her, but she doesn't evoke hostility — quite the opposite. Her husband is like air — you walk past and don't even notice him.
Bitch
A trader of words, letters, and paper — you'll never get a discount or a kind word from her. Works in Bitchzard, currently in a Shin shack.
Tseoshka of Sugar
Funny guy. I wonder what would happen if I sat on his * and at the moment of * smashed his head with a rock?
Lived in the Sugar kennel, then at the Sushin wall, now in a temporary headquarters in Shin.
Mentor
Taught me to blow the horn, lick the flute, pluck the strings, and so on. If I were the master of her cave and mine, I'd be mastering them every day instead of being a tseoshka of tseoshkas.
Mustache
The man thanks to whom we all live well. For some reason I thought he was an artist, but he turned out to be a theologian. Looks sad. If he made me his queen — I'd let him rest his head on my lap, I'd pity him, but as it is *, let him handle it himself. Though maybe the show-off already warms his featherbed — she doesn't cling to him for nothing.
Mustache's female
I know nothing about her except that she has blue hair, golden eyes, and that she's a relative of the tautologist. She was supposed to live in the palace, but now she probably lives in a dump.
Iceberg
Runs the guild of nosey-parkers in my city. I wanted to find some interesting work there, but she says it's for members only. Well, choke on your members, then.
Crackpot
An artist. Draws well, but if you talk to him, your brain will start rotting very quickly. Somehow ended up at the front. Once I peeked into his den, found a disgusting-looking jar — and inside it was *.
Schizo
It speaks for itself. If I were a man, I'd drag her to my basement and never let her out. As it is, I can only lick my lips at the shoes in her shop and think about dumplings.
Tseoshka of Enlil
The main inhabitant of the Enlil kennel. Cute, that's all I can say.
Barebelly
A funny clown.
March
The boss at the Sugar pounding mill.