Nyashechka Kavai
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Hello, ladies and gentlemen. Hello, dear viewers. You are watching the program "Let Them Flood," and I am your host, simply Hostor.
Many of us, myself included, have wondered how to become a screen star. Specifically—a star host. Hosting the highest-rated shows, rubbing elbows with high society, being on everyone's lips... One could write a dissertation about it, but I can't be bothered. You are quite enough for me, dear HW-ers ^_^ And for you today, I have invited one of the most mysterious figures of the story. His intentions are unknown, his feelings unseen, and his transformation is hidden behind a veil of secrecy. Please welcome the guest of our program—Arandor!
Hello, Arandor. What is it like for you to be the center of attention, to be the subject of discussion?
Hello, Hostor-shmoster. Usually, I like being in the center, if the center is good)
Hmm... Interesting answer. Did you come wearing only underwear to attract even more attention to your person?
More to my... Actually no, this is flesh-colored clothing and the underwear is painted on.
Interesting choice of attire... Do you mind if I turn the air conditioner to "Winter Chill"?
No, of course not, turn it on
I think I won't do that, otherwise your clothes will freeze and fall off...
Can I ask you a question now?
Well, give it a try...
How much are they paying you for this show? And what time do you go home?
Nothing, and I'm hosting it from my own home. Cool, isn't it?
Yeah, cool... Then my next question is: where am I right now?
Too many questions, my dear fellow. You are forgetting the rule "flood only in response to Hostor's question." So, let's get down to business. Why did you head to the dark mage's castle?
I wanted to save Neyra and was thinking about how to do it.
And didn't you think that you alone wouldn't be able to save her? You don't have the guts.
Thick guts are... Unfortunately, I couldn't come up with a rhyme. Of course I thought about it, but what else could I do? She is my friend, and I couldn't wait any longer! I had to act!
And you, disregarding everything, set off to rescue her. Why not make a rescue plan or gather friends for help? What was driving you?
I was driven by emotions, as usual. You know, sometimes it's hard for me to bring them under control. I live by my feelings, although I know it's better to rely on reason. True, looking at me, you wouldn't say I'm too emotional. Externally it hardly shows; I keep all the emotions inside myself, but sometimes they leak out...
*aside* My kind of guy!
I understand you completely. It's damn clear; I often observe the same symptoms in myself. Take "Androgixoterin NK" before bed, it helps... Didn't you think that by behaving this way, you were endangering your own life and Neyra's?
Well... her life was already endangered, and as for myself, I wasn't particularly worried) The main thing is to help a friend! And thanks for the pills, I'll try them later.
Be sure to try them. And don't mind that one pack costs same as 1.5 greens—the quality is worth it. Made right in Minsk! Now, as for your heroism... Didn't you think about what would happen to your friends if you died?
To be honest, I don't think they would be very upset. After all, we didn't communicate that well, and that wasn't what I was thinking about at the time.
You jerk, did you not think about how your brother would feel?!
My brother is already feeling like crap, it can't get much worse) Besides, he's strong, he'd manage...
Studied together, were guardians together, went to parties and picked up chicks... and let loose... And also, you owe me money!
First of all, we picked up chicks for your sake; I acted as bait because they usually fell for me. Secondly, you could have forgiven the debt—we are brothers, after all. And in general, let's move on to questions about the story.
O_o First of all, the chicks left after every single one of your dirty jokes, so I immediately plied you with cocktails until you were incapacitated and hid you in the chill-out zone. Secondly, I already forgave your debt of 200 greens, and then you borrowed again, but this time 400. Stop taking advantage of my kindness :P Thirdly, I am the host here, so shut it... Fine, let's leave our personal squabbles... But you'll pay me back, you little shit! Ahem... How did you find out about the castle?
The castle? I didn't. I just walked and stumbled upon it. Perhaps fate itself led me there! What do you think?
I think your malleable mind was consumed by the influence of Revan's dark magic! How could you give in?!
To be honest, your version seems delusional to me! I have a strong will and they weren't able to subdue me, so most likely I agreed to it myself... maybe they promised me something? Although when doubts appear in a person's heart, it becomes more vulnerable, and anything can happen...
My version is correct because I am the host of the show. Well, correct until Revan refutes it... Arandor, what did they do to you in that place?
I don't know, but I suspect steroids... *do you happen to have any energy bars?*... or perhaps dark magic...
Yes? Hmm... My second guest will clarify this for us! In the flesh, the dark mage Revan!
The dark mage appeared literally out of nowhere and right in the center of the hall, then began waving his arms and slowly bending his knees. This continued for about three minutes until "*****, what the ****, ***** you" flew from Revan's lips. Then he entered some blue door where a sleeping effects specialist was lying.
- Rrrr!
- What do you want?
The annoyed mage picked up a soldering iron from the table and shoved it into the negligent worker's eye socket. Then, typing something on the keyboard, he returned to the stage... i.e., to the hall, and began waving his arms again. The host and viewers looked at this spectacle with bewilderment, but again nothing happened.
Revan began to get nervous and strain hard—the whole building shook. Then Hostor pressed the switch, and the lights went out.
- Finally! - muttered the mage.
Then, when the lighting was turned back on, all the viewers were sitting with small gifts—fresh issues of magazines with strange content. From somewhere at the end, strange "fap-fap-fap" sounds could be heard, but no one cared. Revan sat in a chair and was ready to answer questions.
Wow! An impressive appearance, you can't deny that. And since we can't deny it, let's get straight to the questions! So, how did you capture Arandor? Or did he not even try to resist?
Hostor, don't jump ahead. Surely one of the main characters will recall this moment in a flashback.
<_< damn it... Fine, Revan. What did you do to Arandor?
Pumped him full of steroids.
O_o That's all? I thought it was the influence of your black magic that made him like this.
Ah yes... unfortunately, we will have to omit this moment as well.
<_< damn it again... Did Arandor have a predisposition to the influence of dark magic?
Possibly... Possibly he had a predisposition to drug addiction and alcoholism.
Pure lies! I was never addicted to alcohol and wasn't even tempted!!1
Arandor, stop. The facts say otherwise... Revan, did you establish this through medical examination results or "by eye"?
I can smell a "junkie" from a kilometer away.
Amazing ability! Is this some kind of "fool recognizes fool...", sorry, "fisherman sees fisherman from afar"?
Dark cocaine project.
Hmm... Another riddle from Revan. But let's not talk about you; let's return to Arandor. What was your relationship with him during training?
During training, I spent little time with friends... The thing is, I devoted all my time to studying magic and communicated with few people. I only crossed paths with Magnus.
Interesting. I'll definitely make you the main character of one of the next shows... But what is your general attitude toward Arandor?
Old friend, ordinary student (just as unpromising as all the others).
<_< show-off... For what purpose did you turn Arandor into... umm... wide Arandor?
For the cover of a new women's magazine. "Sexy Gays"...
O_o Sexy gays?! So you didn't just pump him full of pills and magic in your Dungeon?!
I am a very influential person; I need to deal with various products and the provision of services. The production of women's magazines also falls into this.
Does Arandor know that his photos will be placed in a women's magazine? And that they will be tagged "Sexy Gays"?
Yes, he knows. But I told him it was a typo, and the magazine is actually called "Sexy Guys"
It's all photoshop!!1 He has a whole team of programmers sitting there!!
Yes-yes-yes, Arandor... Revan, you are not lacking in an amazingly specific sense of humor... Maybe you intend to use Arandor for something else besides photographing him? In the story, he attacks his friends...
Time will tell.
Indeed. And didn't you think it was disgusting—to turn people against their own friends?
It is unimaginably fun!
So you lack the imagination and feelings to put yourself in their place?
I certainly don't lack the first... Just open a page... ahem, BDSM in another one of my magazines... And the second isn't required.
By the way, yes, I take back my words. Very unusual and impressive... Ahem... Let's continue. Why did you choose Arandor specifically for your operations?
Were you carefully... uh, following the course of events? He came to me himself!
Do you know how many homeless people wander the city? And "came himself"—is that really the main reason?!
What nonsense?! Do I have nothing better to do than run around the city when, after a hard day, I only have a couple of hours to sit at my comp... uh, relax and listen to mus... meditate.
If you called a plumber—he'd come himself.
That would look somewhat... strange. Recalling a few flashy movies, I can say that plumbers were called there for... some other purposes.
But your goals more or less coincided... Although fine, I'll stop torturing you with questions for now... and return to the hero of the program—Arandor!
So, we have finished our conversation with Revan. Now he can make fun of operator "NPC #2"; I have spares... Arandor, we have partially clarified the nature of your transformation. How do you feel in your new form?
Not bad.
Is that all you'll say?
I just don't remember well what changes occurred there. In width, yes; essentially I should have become more clumsy, but I seem to be managing fine.
I see... And how is it seeing Neyra alive, healthy, and also turned to the dark side?
The main thing is that she's alive and healthy) But the most-most important thing is that we are together... I finally found her and now I can protect her.
What do you mean—attacking friends?! Speak up, you scoundrel!
No one has attacked yet)
You fought me, Lizard, Kosha, and Nebo...
Well, you did ask about friends though)
O_o I see... Everything is clear with you, Arandor...
Okay, just kidding) Fighting isn't very pleasant, although I hoped I'd kill someone... Pity it didn't work out; now all hope rests on the final battle.
And I'm supposed to believe you, citizen traitor. What would have happened if you had killed me?
You would have died!
Captain Obvious, just what we needed!.. Fine, you little shit... How would you feel about the fact that you killed me?
More negatively than positively.
Brilliant answer -_- What will happen to you if Neyra is killed in the final battle?
I don't even know... I don't want to think about it; I'll try to make sure she isn't killed...
*suicide!!11*
*kills Neyra* pum-pyrum-pum-pum
villain!!!111*in a fit of rage rips off the host's head*
*comes out from behind the curtains* Haaa, only Arandor could confuse the real host with a mannequin!
That's enough! Let's move on to questions. And in general, I'm already hungry, and you promised to arrange a banquet after the show!
My old socks are being baked for you right at this moment!
You are the rudest and most vile host I have ever known! Vile! Pla! Twice!
^___^
What are you counting on after the battle?
Popularity, of course. Girls will recognize me, come up to me...
And tell you to go screw yourself, right?
*I'll tell them!!!111*
You are a mean and fat little shit...
I am not fat!!11
The scales you are standing on say otherwise...
Wesker said that wide doesn't mean fat!!! And you're just jealous because you were given ordinary stilettos!!!
But I'm smarter than you and better at magic :P And I have no complexes...
The first is quite debatable. As is the second. Why did you decide it's better? Because you only brought stilettos with you? You'd be better off admitting there was no other weapon!
*yawns* <_< Well, and who stole my bag of swords? Only you, you half-baked ghoul...
I am a guardian with skills in the earth and air schools! And I didn't steal anything! I fight with my hands, because they contain energy capable of destroying objects, as in my dream!
JUST NO DREAMS!!!!11adynadyn
Why? They are very interesting!
*shot Arandor* Sorry, the program has come to an end, and our guest is so tired that he fell to the floor as a lifeless body. Therefore, I am forced to say goodbye. See you soon with new guests, dear friends! You were watching "Let Them Flood"! Hostor is watching you;)
Many of us, myself included, have wondered how to become a screen star. Specifically—a star host. Hosting the highest-rated shows, rubbing elbows with high society, being on everyone's lips... One could write a dissertation about it, but I can't be bothered. You are quite enough for me, dear HW-ers ^_^ And for you today, I have invited one of the most mysterious figures of the story. His intentions are unknown, his feelings unseen, and his transformation is hidden behind a veil of secrecy. Please welcome the guest of our program—Arandor!
Hello, Arandor. What is it like for you to be the center of attention, to be the subject of discussion?
Hello, Hostor-shmoster. Usually, I like being in the center, if the center is good)
Hmm... Interesting answer. Did you come wearing only underwear to attract even more attention to your person?
More to my... Actually no, this is flesh-colored clothing and the underwear is painted on.
Interesting choice of attire... Do you mind if I turn the air conditioner to "Winter Chill"?
No, of course not, turn it on
I think I won't do that, otherwise your clothes will freeze and fall off...
Can I ask you a question now?
Well, give it a try...
How much are they paying you for this show? And what time do you go home?
Nothing, and I'm hosting it from my own home. Cool, isn't it?
Yeah, cool... Then my next question is: where am I right now?
Too many questions, my dear fellow. You are forgetting the rule "flood only in response to Hostor's question." So, let's get down to business. Why did you head to the dark mage's castle?
I wanted to save Neyra and was thinking about how to do it.
And didn't you think that you alone wouldn't be able to save her? You don't have the guts.
Thick guts are... Unfortunately, I couldn't come up with a rhyme. Of course I thought about it, but what else could I do? She is my friend, and I couldn't wait any longer! I had to act!
And you, disregarding everything, set off to rescue her. Why not make a rescue plan or gather friends for help? What was driving you?
I was driven by emotions, as usual. You know, sometimes it's hard for me to bring them under control. I live by my feelings, although I know it's better to rely on reason. True, looking at me, you wouldn't say I'm too emotional. Externally it hardly shows; I keep all the emotions inside myself, but sometimes they leak out...
*aside* My kind of guy!
I understand you completely. It's damn clear; I often observe the same symptoms in myself. Take "Androgixoterin NK" before bed, it helps... Didn't you think that by behaving this way, you were endangering your own life and Neyra's?
Well... her life was already endangered, and as for myself, I wasn't particularly worried) The main thing is to help a friend! And thanks for the pills, I'll try them later.
Be sure to try them. And don't mind that one pack costs same as 1.5 greens—the quality is worth it. Made right in Minsk! Now, as for your heroism... Didn't you think about what would happen to your friends if you died?
To be honest, I don't think they would be very upset. After all, we didn't communicate that well, and that wasn't what I was thinking about at the time.
You jerk, did you not think about how your brother would feel?!
My brother is already feeling like crap, it can't get much worse) Besides, he's strong, he'd manage...
Studied together, were guardians together, went to parties and picked up chicks... and let loose... And also, you owe me money!
First of all, we picked up chicks for your sake; I acted as bait because they usually fell for me. Secondly, you could have forgiven the debt—we are brothers, after all. And in general, let's move on to questions about the story.
O_o First of all, the chicks left after every single one of your dirty jokes, so I immediately plied you with cocktails until you were incapacitated and hid you in the chill-out zone. Secondly, I already forgave your debt of 200 greens, and then you borrowed again, but this time 400. Stop taking advantage of my kindness :P Thirdly, I am the host here, so shut it... Fine, let's leave our personal squabbles... But you'll pay me back, you little shit! Ahem... How did you find out about the castle?
The castle? I didn't. I just walked and stumbled upon it. Perhaps fate itself led me there! What do you think?
I think your malleable mind was consumed by the influence of Revan's dark magic! How could you give in?!
To be honest, your version seems delusional to me! I have a strong will and they weren't able to subdue me, so most likely I agreed to it myself... maybe they promised me something? Although when doubts appear in a person's heart, it becomes more vulnerable, and anything can happen...
My version is correct because I am the host of the show. Well, correct until Revan refutes it... Arandor, what did they do to you in that place?
I don't know, but I suspect steroids... *do you happen to have any energy bars?*... or perhaps dark magic...
Yes? Hmm... My second guest will clarify this for us! In the flesh, the dark mage Revan!
The dark mage appeared literally out of nowhere and right in the center of the hall, then began waving his arms and slowly bending his knees. This continued for about three minutes until "*****, what the ****, ***** you" flew from Revan's lips. Then he entered some blue door where a sleeping effects specialist was lying.
- Rrrr!
- What do you want?
The annoyed mage picked up a soldering iron from the table and shoved it into the negligent worker's eye socket. Then, typing something on the keyboard, he returned to the stage... i.e., to the hall, and began waving his arms again. The host and viewers looked at this spectacle with bewilderment, but again nothing happened.
Revan began to get nervous and strain hard—the whole building shook. Then Hostor pressed the switch, and the lights went out.
- Finally! - muttered the mage.
Then, when the lighting was turned back on, all the viewers were sitting with small gifts—fresh issues of magazines with strange content. From somewhere at the end, strange "fap-fap-fap" sounds could be heard, but no one cared. Revan sat in a chair and was ready to answer questions.
Wow! An impressive appearance, you can't deny that. And since we can't deny it, let's get straight to the questions! So, how did you capture Arandor? Or did he not even try to resist?
Hostor, don't jump ahead. Surely one of the main characters will recall this moment in a flashback.
<_< damn it... Fine, Revan. What did you do to Arandor?
Pumped him full of steroids.
O_o That's all? I thought it was the influence of your black magic that made him like this.
Ah yes... unfortunately, we will have to omit this moment as well.
<_< damn it again... Did Arandor have a predisposition to the influence of dark magic?
Possibly... Possibly he had a predisposition to drug addiction and alcoholism.
Pure lies! I was never addicted to alcohol and wasn't even tempted!!1
Arandor, stop. The facts say otherwise... Revan, did you establish this through medical examination results or "by eye"?
I can smell a "junkie" from a kilometer away.
Amazing ability! Is this some kind of "fool recognizes fool...", sorry, "fisherman sees fisherman from afar"?
Dark cocaine project.
Hmm... Another riddle from Revan. But let's not talk about you; let's return to Arandor. What was your relationship with him during training?
During training, I spent little time with friends... The thing is, I devoted all my time to studying magic and communicated with few people. I only crossed paths with Magnus.
Interesting. I'll definitely make you the main character of one of the next shows... But what is your general attitude toward Arandor?
Old friend, ordinary student (just as unpromising as all the others).
<_< show-off... For what purpose did you turn Arandor into... umm... wide Arandor?
For the cover of a new women's magazine. "Sexy Gays"...
O_o Sexy gays?! So you didn't just pump him full of pills and magic in your Dungeon?!
I am a very influential person; I need to deal with various products and the provision of services. The production of women's magazines also falls into this.
Does Arandor know that his photos will be placed in a women's magazine? And that they will be tagged "Sexy Gays"?
Yes, he knows. But I told him it was a typo, and the magazine is actually called "Sexy Guys"
It's all photoshop!!1 He has a whole team of programmers sitting there!!
Yes-yes-yes, Arandor... Revan, you are not lacking in an amazingly specific sense of humor... Maybe you intend to use Arandor for something else besides photographing him? In the story, he attacks his friends...
Time will tell.
Indeed. And didn't you think it was disgusting—to turn people against their own friends?
It is unimaginably fun!
So you lack the imagination and feelings to put yourself in their place?
I certainly don't lack the first... Just open a page... ahem, BDSM in another one of my magazines... And the second isn't required.
By the way, yes, I take back my words. Very unusual and impressive... Ahem... Let's continue. Why did you choose Arandor specifically for your operations?
Were you carefully... uh, following the course of events? He came to me himself!
Do you know how many homeless people wander the city? And "came himself"—is that really the main reason?!
What nonsense?! Do I have nothing better to do than run around the city when, after a hard day, I only have a couple of hours to sit at my comp... uh, relax and listen to mus... meditate.
If you called a plumber—he'd come himself.
That would look somewhat... strange. Recalling a few flashy movies, I can say that plumbers were called there for... some other purposes.
But your goals more or less coincided... Although fine, I'll stop torturing you with questions for now... and return to the hero of the program—Arandor!
So, we have finished our conversation with Revan. Now he can make fun of operator "NPC #2"; I have spares... Arandor, we have partially clarified the nature of your transformation. How do you feel in your new form?
Not bad.
Is that all you'll say?
I just don't remember well what changes occurred there. In width, yes; essentially I should have become more clumsy, but I seem to be managing fine.
I see... And how is it seeing Neyra alive, healthy, and also turned to the dark side?
The main thing is that she's alive and healthy) But the most-most important thing is that we are together... I finally found her and now I can protect her.
What do you mean—attacking friends?! Speak up, you scoundrel!
No one has attacked yet)
You fought me, Lizard, Kosha, and Nebo...
Well, you did ask about friends though)
O_o I see... Everything is clear with you, Arandor...
Okay, just kidding) Fighting isn't very pleasant, although I hoped I'd kill someone... Pity it didn't work out; now all hope rests on the final battle.
And I'm supposed to believe you, citizen traitor. What would have happened if you had killed me?
You would have died!
Captain Obvious, just what we needed!.. Fine, you little shit... How would you feel about the fact that you killed me?
More negatively than positively.
Brilliant answer -_- What will happen to you if Neyra is killed in the final battle?
I don't even know... I don't want to think about it; I'll try to make sure she isn't killed...
*suicide!!11*
*kills Neyra* pum-pyrum-pum-pum
villain!!!111*in a fit of rage rips off the host's head*
*comes out from behind the curtains* Haaa, only Arandor could confuse the real host with a mannequin!
That's enough! Let's move on to questions. And in general, I'm already hungry, and you promised to arrange a banquet after the show!
My old socks are being baked for you right at this moment!
You are the rudest and most vile host I have ever known! Vile! Pla! Twice!
^___^
What are you counting on after the battle?
Popularity, of course. Girls will recognize me, come up to me...
And tell you to go screw yourself, right?
*I'll tell them!!!111*
You are a mean and fat little shit...
I am not fat!!11
The scales you are standing on say otherwise...
Wesker said that wide doesn't mean fat!!! And you're just jealous because you were given ordinary stilettos!!!
But I'm smarter than you and better at magic :P And I have no complexes...
The first is quite debatable. As is the second. Why did you decide it's better? Because you only brought stilettos with you? You'd be better off admitting there was no other weapon!
*yawns* <_< Well, and who stole my bag of swords? Only you, you half-baked ghoul...
I am a guardian with skills in the earth and air schools! And I didn't steal anything! I fight with my hands, because they contain energy capable of destroying objects, as in my dream!
JUST NO DREAMS!!!!11adynadyn
Why? They are very interesting!
*shot Arandor* Sorry, the program has come to an end, and our guest is so tired that he fell to the floor as a lifeless body. Therefore, I am forced to say goodbye. See you soon with new guests, dear friends! You were watching "Let Them Flood"! Hostor is watching you;)
