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well, it seems I've done the impossible and found the strength to post a debrief.
Once upon a time there was a man (let's call him Vinny), who graduated with honors as a medic. Fairytale prospects were supposed to await him, but alas, he had two little quirks: he loved honey and visiting people in the morning. However, due to the general odiousness of his personality, he was very lonely. Then Vinny realized that he would have to settle for honey. But, as you have already guessed, honey is a very valuable item. And this item gifted Vinny with a friend (Hryak), with whom he could even go visiting in the morning. The trouble was that the friend turned out to be imaginary (though, in Vinny's case, few people are bothered by this). This is proven by the fact that there is not a single mention of this character in the chronicles of recent events. Only a couple of imposters (Kosha, Vesper) claim this right, but we all understand that this is just a hunger for free fame. Let's continue the story.
One day Vinny went visiting with Hryak. They had a great time; Vinny was clearly chilled out and terribly happy with life. It's logical to assume that such spending of time caused him an addiction. All this repeated the next morning. And one day Vinny realized that he was addicted. And that he felt very pained and miserable. Realizing that he no longer liked life, he tried to rehabilitate himself. First, he decided to develop his political views. Very soon he learned that some strange people living in the mountains had appeared in his city. The fact that they hit on local girls, grow beards, and are terrible braggarts. His ego screamed, saliva dripped down his chin and fell in small drops into the priceless honey, which did not improve the protagonist's mood at all. Then he tried to gather the people living around him in order to cleanse the world of barbarism and lack of culture, however, in response came strange threats like: "you're just a junkie," "I know you love visiting in the morning," "*ara, you're the crow!*". This completely broke the protagonist's psyche. And he began to think again.
In the end, it was decided that crows are not as bad as all those bastards surrounding poor Vinny. And he decided to take revenge, after first *crosses out* preparing a little more honey. Having finished the act and preparing to package it, he noticed that a local representative of punks and a perfectly decent city resident had come to him. Deciding that "it's time for a little snack," Vinny, shouting "An empty refrigerator calls me to battle!", lunged at the newcomers.
Wiping his lips with a napkin, Vinny rejoiced that he had helped his new idols (the mountain dwellers). However, a new portion of honey helped him see a fluffy ball, which told the protagonist: "follow the white rabbit!". Vinny obeyed, but suddenly realized he was stuck. And the white rabbit turned into a local moral-fag priest who loved to touch the novices' knees (well, let's leave that aside). He began to give him speeches about loyalty, love, duty, and God. About honor, holiness, purity, and other crap. Eventually, about how someone eats too much. At first, Vinny tried to distract himself, reasoning about how good it is that, unlike the others, he clearly sees who is a bearded man, who is a punk, and who just stepped out into the yard for a smoke (he only messed up the Heroist and the Wishmaster). But soon the power of frantic remorse pushed out his gloomy and disgusting ego; he cried, wailed, begged for forgiveness, and thus died from the intensity of the feelings that overwhelmed him.
What is the moral of this story? At first glance, it's that you should never, NEVER follow the white rabbit. But in reality, I am close to the position of the original Vinny. Nobody gives a damn, there is no moral, songs should only be sung aloud!
Thanks to Arandor for the set. Enjoyed the game of Ment, Tox, Haines, Shamrock, Oot (hare, stop messing around!), Heroist, Sesam, Kosha. There were others who left faint but positive emotions. See you at new meetings. Special thanks to Vesper for the support even after death.
PS. What is corrected in red was written in an appropriately blunt form. Censorship is evil.
