🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

The Mutant blinked a couple of times and then spoke in the voice of a Mage Guild member. “In this world, every Homo sapiens has at least 60 health! Who are you going to stop with your toothpick?! With 28 damage and a hit chance, coincidentally also 28%! And they even gave you a distance of four squares so that the Mutant wouldn’t catch up! Plus, he has initiative 1. Maybe he was standing behind a counter, and you need to go around it for four squares. And what were you actually writing about in the quest log, and what did you end up doing? What kind of penis search is this, Sarabas? And yet, you were given the opportunity to find these penises. You found them, but you're still unhappy! Your pride is immeasurable! I condemn you, although I am only a Vice Bearer 1, not a Mage Guild member. Now, please leave the alchemical laboratory and don't come back here.” The Alchemist grabs the ear of the one who could not resist by order of the Mage Guild member Sarabas and throws him out into the street, after which he goes back and returns to his mutant affairs. Probably, everything that happened was nothing more than a product of the most powerful mental disorder of a non-Dodge character. It happens to everyone!