Eldgernon
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The solution for how to play seriously and get the maximum parameters just wouldn't come to me.
I tried this way and that. No luck at all.
Then a thought came to mind that initially seemed amusing to me. What if I were to play the same 2 days, but with the opposite setup? Like, my main character Crag Hack is so tough that he refuses to take even those artifacts that are available.
A silly "role-playing" idea, of course, but back then it seemed fun to me.
And then, after I had already sent in my walkthrough "Naked Vasya," it suddenly dawned on me – what if the circumstances turn out so that this joke suddenly ends up being the best result? Can you be happy about such a victory, and what do you say when people, God forbid, start congratulating you? And in general, can you even feel like a winner if you're first only because everyone who is better than you didn't participate?
How does a sprinter feel, for example, standing on the podium with a gold medal around their neck, knowing that Usain Bolt didn't come to this championship due to an injury?
A good consolation could be that you yourself achieved your absolute personal best. But here, as they say, that's not the case…
Alone with such heavy thoughts, I fell asleep. And this is what I dreamed:
A long dark corridor.
"Don't be scared, it'll all work out! It's nothing – just swipe the save file," I convince myself, freezing at every rustle.
Slowly, so it doesn't creak, I open the door with the sign "Earth Magic" and cautiously poke my head into the room.
At the table, snoring softly with his head drooped onto his chest, sits the Host. His glasses have slid down his nose, on his head – a cap. The one that gives the whole 5 levels.
My heart is pounding wildly. Lifting my knees high and stepping slowly on tiptoes, I creep toward the table. There it is, the folder with saves, right on the table. From the folder sticks the corner of a save with the inscription "Alj." Holding my breath, I carefully reach with two fingers toward the cherished folder.
"Where do you think you're going?" – a hand grips my elbow in an iron hold.
The voice is stern and calm, eyes still closed.
"Oh, I'm just here… I'm just checking…" I mutter fussily, trying in vain to pull my arm free.
"Yeah, yeah. I know your kind. Get out of here!"
"No, no, what do you mean. Not in the slightest… Do you think I don't understand? I would never… I'm sorry" – I back away toward the door, bumping my back into every possible piece of furniture along the way.
"Don't forget to close the door, noob!" – I hear after me. And I wake up.
P/S. One can only hope that DmitriyAS will save me from this awkward situation with his result. Or maybe someone else…
I tried this way and that. No luck at all.
Then a thought came to mind that initially seemed amusing to me. What if I were to play the same 2 days, but with the opposite setup? Like, my main character Crag Hack is so tough that he refuses to take even those artifacts that are available.
A silly "role-playing" idea, of course, but back then it seemed fun to me.
And then, after I had already sent in my walkthrough "Naked Vasya," it suddenly dawned on me – what if the circumstances turn out so that this joke suddenly ends up being the best result? Can you be happy about such a victory, and what do you say when people, God forbid, start congratulating you? And in general, can you even feel like a winner if you're first only because everyone who is better than you didn't participate?
How does a sprinter feel, for example, standing on the podium with a gold medal around their neck, knowing that Usain Bolt didn't come to this championship due to an injury?
A good consolation could be that you yourself achieved your absolute personal best. But here, as they say, that's not the case…
Alone with such heavy thoughts, I fell asleep. And this is what I dreamed:
A long dark corridor.
"Don't be scared, it'll all work out! It's nothing – just swipe the save file," I convince myself, freezing at every rustle.
Slowly, so it doesn't creak, I open the door with the sign "Earth Magic" and cautiously poke my head into the room.
At the table, snoring softly with his head drooped onto his chest, sits the Host. His glasses have slid down his nose, on his head – a cap. The one that gives the whole 5 levels.
My heart is pounding wildly. Lifting my knees high and stepping slowly on tiptoes, I creep toward the table. There it is, the folder with saves, right on the table. From the folder sticks the corner of a save with the inscription "Alj." Holding my breath, I carefully reach with two fingers toward the cherished folder.
"Where do you think you're going?" – a hand grips my elbow in an iron hold.
The voice is stern and calm, eyes still closed.
"Oh, I'm just here… I'm just checking…" I mutter fussily, trying in vain to pull my arm free.
"Yeah, yeah. I know your kind. Get out of here!"
"No, no, what do you mean. Not in the slightest… Do you think I don't understand? I would never… I'm sorry" – I back away toward the door, bumping my back into every possible piece of furniture along the way.
"Don't forget to close the door, noob!" – I hear after me. And I wake up.
P/S. One can only hope that DmitriyAS will save me from this awkward situation with his result. Or maybe someone else…