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Oh, you.

Just doodle three standing creatures next to each other in Paint in 10 minutes. All this talk about cameras, rough drafts, fans, and overcoming challenges... it's like you never drew anything in kindergarten or elementary school.

I always got bad grades in art class.

And I always get fives.

Or even separately. And trim away the excess, like arms, legs, and other useless limbs. Or draw them like stick figures.

Or draw them like stick figures.

I remember when a psychologist came to our class in elementary school and gave us the task of drawing ourselves and two of our close friends. One guy drew stick figures, and the psychologist kept him after class to talk to him. And he was generally an unpleasant person.

They just sent me the portraits, so it’s fine.

I remember when we were in elementary school, a psychologist came to our class and gave us the task of drawing ourselves and two of our close friends. One kid drew stick figures, and the psychologist kept him after class to talk to him.

Well, damn it, the whole experiment is ruined! (((

Upon request, I can extend it even further.

Extend it until Monday evening so Alex can join.

Alex isn't the only one working hard.

October 3, the first year from the beginning of Emperor Raven's reign, the first of his name, Tyrant-Slayer and Savior of the Empire.
An unknown forest on the outskirts of the Empire.
-Faster! Stronger! Even stronger! - shouted Verfalice, who once bore the prefix "sir" before his name, but was now a mere commoner and traitor to the Empire.
The one for whom these shouts were intended, a green youth who had never held a weapon in his hands before, could barely manage to parry Verfalice's strikes; with every blow taken, his weapon sank lower and lower until he could no longer lift it to defend himself. Verfalice very slowly brought his wooden sword to the youth's neck:
-You are dead - he informed him calmly.
-But what could I do? - the boy asked resentfully - You didn't explain anything to me! How can one learn anything when you just beat us?
-And how do you suggest I teach you, yesterday's peasants and merchants, the art of combat?
-I don't know! You are a duelist, you should know better...
"That's exactly what I don't know" - Verfalice almost blurted out, but restrained himself just in time. He could not show weakness before these people. Subordinates must believe in their commander. This was a phrase General Kenol loved to say. Eh, if Route were alive, he would have easily turned this rabble into a full-fledged army... Verfalice suddenly realized that he needed to be alone.
-Training is over for today - he announced - go perform your camp duties.
While his subordinates dispersed, Verfalice headed to the top of the mountain at the foot of which their camp was located. The partisan movement called to avenge Emperor Narodar had received significantly less support than he had expected and so far had not achieved any major successes. Raven had easily gained support among all layers of the population, and only a few continued to fight for the true emperor. Not surprising, as he controlled all sorts of pleasures and amusements...
When Verfalice managed his ascent, he looked with longing at the landscape opening before him. It was indeed a picturesque view - directly below him was the greenery of the forest, a cute little village was visible in the near distance, and far away one could discern the great capital - the city of Ve-He. A city where appearing threatened him with death. For by Raven's order, Sir Verfalice had been stripped of his knightly title, his guard rank, and declared a traitor to the throne. In case of voluntary surrender, Raven was prepared to show mercy and execute Verfalice by beheading. Otherwise - quartering. And yet, once Lord Raven had been a friend at Narodar's court...

suddenly the soundtrack started playing

Yes, once Lord Raven hosted great feasts during which many amusements were held. Year after year, all the courtiers gathered for these entertaining festivities. Could it be that he already wanted their death back then? Was it all just preparation for him to learn their weaknesses, to find out how they could be more easily killed...
Verfalice remembered that during one of such holidays Narodar became emperor. Back then it all seemed like a joke, another funny contest. And a year later news arrived - the non-canonical elf Oben had killed the emperor. And when the question of a new emperor arose, all eyes slid toward Narodar...
Yes, Oben. Back then he was still in the emperor's service and was a warrior just like Verfalice himself, though higher in rank. The duelist thought with surprise that they had never sparred with each other. If one doesn't count that unfortunate night when they met at Countess Kshadorakk's house...
At the thought of the countess, a sad smile flickered on Verfalice's lips. Her parents had gifted her a complex name and many suffered from her anger caused by its incorrect pronunciation. Verfalice himself did not have such a problem. He affectionately called her Ksha when they drank tea alone together. And although all sorts of obscene rumors about these meetings circulated due to his reputation, he and the countess truly only drank tea. However, their tea parties often took place in company, where Temn constantly reproached Verfalice for his lifestyle...
The first servant Temn was the kindest man at Narodar's court. And perhaps - in the whole empire. Verfalice had more than once seen how Temn with amazing patience cared for and fed the city's fools and wretched. Yes, Temn had his eccentricities, but who doesn't? And almost immediately Verfalice answered this question. The General. General Kenol - he was the one who had no oddities...
Route was a stern man, Verfalice's commander, even his mentor. It was by looking at Route that Verfalice decided to become a great warrior. And although he managed to become an excellent duelist, having become a member of the imperial guard, and sometimes almost won duels against Kenol, the latter still remained an unreachable figure for him. But most importantly - he always fought with invention, showing ingenuity inaccessible to Verfalice. Quite a few people came to watch their bouts, including Miss Kreid, who herself was fond of wielding a sword...
Rayna always seemed a mystery to Verfalice, even though he had known her for quite some time. So fierce, so... unwomanly. And at the same time, she had many suitors and admirers; she had been married several times. Perhaps the reason was her cheerful nature. Yes, she was very cheerful. And loved living so much...
But still, they managed to cut short the life of one of them. That fallen paladin, Toregis. He was quite young when he became a paladin. Once Verfalice approached him and asked what had prompted him to take this step? For what reason did he renounce all worldly values and become a holy knight? "To feel like a hero" - Toregis answered proudly. I wonder who he felt like in the final moments of his life...
-Sir Verfalice - he heard a voice behind his back - our squad is ready. When do we set out?
-As planned - today at sunset - the duelist replied to him
-Yes sir! - the partisan hesitated slightly - today Emperor Narodar shall be avenged.
"Not only him" - Verfalice thought to himself - "Not only him" - he said aloud.



How will it all end? Is it worth going to the toilet for the sake of creating a second part of this story? These and many other questions will be answered in the book:

our squad is ready.

today, Emperor Narodar will be avenged.

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Is it worth taking a break to go to the bathroom in order to create a second part of this story?

Yes, it is.