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I also enjoy describing how Arandor players are killed.
For example, here's how Stas described the killings in Wild West:
Day 1
Serenity had a bad start to the day; she was killed. Luckily, she died quickly – one bullet to the head, and that's it. She's happy, but the miners were disgusted, but someone will have to scrape out the contents of her skull. And what was she doing here?
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Day 2
— Where are you going? Stop!
Two disheveled, sickly-looking gentlemen burst into the saloon; both looked terrible, and one was even staggering. They grabbed a bottle of whiskey each and left.
The night chill was kept at bay by the stove. An oil lamp illuminated the table, and the entire tabletop was covered with something. Noise and commotion outside the window. A knock on the door. Who could be here at this hour? The owner goes to the door, and suddenly, a scream comes from the street: "Back!" and the door, along with the wall, is shattered into splinters. The owner is thrown behind the table, noise, dust, ringing in his ears, disorientation… "Are you alive?" Unclear groans in response. "Alive. Where's your blacksmith?" An indefinite wave of his hand to the left. "You'll recover yourself; my job is done. I'll provide the bill tomorrow." And, accompanied by the clatter of mechanical legs, the stranger heads to the blacksmith's shop.
The saloon owner was happy. He'll make a good profit today; it seems they're celebrating a big deal or something. Amidst the increasingly boisterous drinking, he didn't immediately notice that one of the saloon's patrons had fallen from the balcony. CF7 not only managed to break his neck in this unfortunate incident but also received a kick to the ribs from the frightened horse, startled by the unexpected event.
And in the room on the second floor, someone was happy about the find. Now, he needs to get the tools, and he can start creating…
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Day 4
In the morning, G.K. decided to move the piano to the second floor. He harnessed the guys, prepared a lever, piled up ropes, tied up the thing, and started pulling.
— Tired of dodging bottles? — the workers grinned.
The gloomy G.K. didn't answer them. He only watched the work intently. When the heavy instrument was at the level of the balcony, G.K. dove under it and cut the rope. The huge instrument crushed the unfortunate man, ending his joyless existence.
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This was funny because, in reality, G.K. had to move a grand piano in a couple of days.
Day 5
The sad Hellgart was in the forest. He was so sad that he led his horse to a tall tree. He was so sad that he took a rope from his saddlebag. He was so sad that he threw it over a branch and tied the end to the bow of the saddle. He was so sad that he made a loop at the other end and put his head through it. He was so sad that he spurred his horse hard, which bolted, leaving the rider hanging in the loop and swinging from side to side. But something went wrong… A branch cracked, and the body fell heavily to the ground. He got up with difficulty, and then (where did it come from?) a huge beehive fell on him. A huge beehive, full of angry bees. "What the…!" Hellgart ran away from the hive as fast as a choking and quite badly fallen man could. It's hard to run in the forest; branches try to slap your eyes, small animals run under your feet, roots get in the way, and angry bees sting. By the way, about the roots… BANG! "Aaaah!!!" And Hellgart flew off the cliff into the river. Of course, he broke his legs and dislocated his spine, but at least he got rid of the bees.
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Day 7
Airton_Kavalera ran from house to house, acquiring horses. He looked extremely businesslike and tense. No one wanted to sell the animals, but Airton persuaded them to rent them out for just half a day. Having gathered eight horses, he began to find a blacksmith to lend him chains and assemble two harnesses for four horses. Having persuaded the giant and paid him well, Airton went to the center of town. There, he harnessed the horses, connected the chains to the harnesses, tied the loose ends to his hands and feet, and fired a signal flare. The frightened horses bolted in opposite directions, tearing the unfortunate man to pieces.
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Day 8
Lantash dismounted. He quickly did his business and returned to his horse, intending to get back on. But a sudden loud noise startled the crazy animal, and the frightened beast bolted, dragging the owner behind it, entangled in the harness. Stones and branches, pits, garbage, and other debris do not contribute to health. So, the animal returned to town in the morning with a half-dead rider, who quickly breathed his last.
The cozy doors of the saloon opened, and a man entered, confidently heading to the counter…
— Hey, you!
— Are you talking to me? — Nirtok turned around.
— To you, sc…
The rest was inaudible because of the roar of fire, which shot out of the stranger's strange weapon. Engulfed in burning liquid, Nirtok rushed to the bucket of water, but such a flame could not be extinguished. The floor was burning, the walls were burning, the furniture was burning, the glass was cracking, and the stranger continued to pour fire into the room.
(c)
I killed Nirtok then