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Slav4eG (blue swamp Wistane Wistane) def KostyaN (red Dungeon Shakti Galtran) 8mm6 147

Notes of a Dead Troglodyte (found by the blue lizards on the battlefield).

Today, on Monday of the first week of Events, the day began with alarming news of yet another war – this time against the swampy, slimy creatures. Well, we're used to it. Commander Shakti gave the order, and we, with hellish hatred, are ready to tear everyone apart in our path! Sir Shakti appointed me as his personal scribe-chronicler, since I, judging by the way things are going, am the only literate Troglodyte out of over 110 (well, there are also about thirty volunteer Gremlins, but a different fate awaits them…). Our campaign began with robbing a nearby bank; I counted 100 guards, plus those fat dwarves showed their so-called "morale" 3 times, causing all the greenhorn Gremlins and about a dozen of my brethren to fall.

On Tuesday, our "dear father" reached the 4th level of combat mastery, and 4 scouts are running around, though nothing is clear yet: roads upon roads everywhere and nothing worthwhile.

Some wolves are howling around – pitch blackkkk. And I've been afraid of wolves since childhood; my mom used to love reading me the story of Little Red Riding Hood at night, and now I'm under a red flag – a bad omen, dammit! Plus, the commander-in-chief announced that tomorrow we're going after a whole horde of them, all for some suspicious "external dwelling"... Someone passed word that 7 "eyes" are coming to us – are they mocking the blind?? There still won't be enough for everyone!..

In the "external dwelling," as it turned out, serious guys were hiding – red, hot, and legless – hardcore! We caught two of them, and two more somehow exited from our capital, or do I have a concussion and things are doubling in my eyes?.. In fierce battles, about a dozen more loyal Troglodytes perished.

Friday, time to return and rest, but we're wandering through some snow, it's cold brrr (during smoke breaks, we gather with the bros around those flying heaters, seemingly Israeli, because they call them "Hebrews," we even try to bake potatoes little by little…).

We stumbled upon some giant cemetery in these snows with all sorts of skeletons and zombies – was it worth the trek?? Our chief miner dug up the following in his mastery: some kind of pipe, presumably for Dynamo fans (wrapped in a blue-and-white flag), rusty armor, and a paper against a backdrop of the Himalayas (a ticket perhaps? As he explained to me, over time with the help of such a "paper," he could almost move mountains – has he caught a cold and is feverish, the poor guy??..).

The second week of Events has already begun, and we're messing around with all sorts of nonsense: poking into various side exits – all lead to the cold! They promised to deliver fifty "spirits" – the "grandpas" can't wait: no one to wash their socks, for crying out loud!

Went for some gloves, the latest fashion craze, they say. Our scouts found 2 refugee shelters of deserters and "scythe-men," they'll soon be delivered to the front, where the veterans will give them a "sweet life"! Some famous Gosha started fighting for us: I need to ask the guys – who's this Gosha, not Kutsenko, is it? Oh! Forgot to say: they promised to finally feed us tomorrow! Canned food, stewed chicken, it seems! We're drooling!...

The canned food was tasty, but partially very expired, due to which about forty of my battle brothers died on the spot. Shakti said there's more – and fresher, we're running there…
After the 2nd serving of canned food, everything started to blur: it constantly seems like 5 angels are flying above me, and what we're doing – who cares: it's fun! We got out onto some grass and captured a village of Centaurs, but there was no time to hang out with them…

A swampy guy Bron showed up with 4 angels (I guess they got not-so-expired canned food – some people have all the luck!), but we tricked him like a sucker and traded 1 of ours for 3 of his: so he knows!.. Our leader tried to climb a tree but didn't make it, even though he killed a bunch of one-horned horses (man, we're tripping – there are also mushrooms, besides the expired cans!).

Swamp-guy #2 showed up – Wistane with completely un-swampy birds burning "like crazy" and stole our tree, then immediately attacked us. His parameters total 2 higher, hard to estimate by troops, but let's say approximate equality… 20 Wyverns, 6 birds, and an angel + chaff on his side, and 4 angels, 10 Efreet, and 127 Troglodytes + chaff on ours. Our dad drank all his mana and predictably got stuck: the swamp guy created a "swamp" for us on the battlefield for a full 4 rounds, we moved like zombies! In the end, seven Troglodytes, including me, retreated, having killed almost all of the "slimy" army…

Then the 4th week started. Our army now had far more dead than alive, but we didn't worry about it – dad's "Dynamo" pipe in his skill slots was ruling ;). They brought us more canned food – it went down a treat. Checked what was on the "TV" – turned out it was just maintenance time, and Shakti apparently didn't have the wisdom to set up the "TV"… We captured the second village of Centaurs, and suddenly the famous Gosha appeared there (still not Kutsenko – the guy's older), straight into battle against a whole walking taiga with minimal archers in the army, oh, what a mess he made, and he's aiming to be dad besides Miner, the bastard!.. Behind the "walking taiga," we only found some trinket amulets for the neck, nothing special – our little Miner's morale immediately went to hell after that.

Our army grows by leaps and bounds: every battle brings 20-30 new recruits! And tomorrow we're planning to devour some Imps: yum-yum! But what's this??! Oh no! Why did we leave Gosha with artifacts on speed?? Haste on skeletons?? How stupid!.. (everything after is drenched in the dark blood of an underground creature).

P.S. I'm concluding that I'm playing more and more stupidly each time – this is starting to resemble some kind of degradation. The remaining tournament games won't decide anything for me anymore, so I'll treat them as "for fun." Although this one, as stupid as it was – I still liked it: though there were no Utopias and such, just the battles of the weaklings alone are worth it – definitely more than a dozen! (I think I won them ;) ). And everything was decided on a knife's edge more than once: if I had gotten a Griffin Conservatory on an angel, literally just 1 more out of the first 2 – it would've been my advantage; if I had reached the captured tree in a couple more moves – definitely my win; forget about Conservatories and Hives! If just 1 morale had come to me in time in the 1st final (and it was +2) – that's it, 99% I'm the winner, and Wistane would have to scramble – in short, it was fun, no matter what you say...:)

Thanks, Slava, and to you too!