21 июл 2020, 05:25
You are tohdom, a peasant living in a small village in the kingdom of Larion. You have a pitchfork and nothing else. You dream of getting out of your village and having an adventure. You go to your fields and begin working. You look up and see the lord of the manor walking towards you. It's the tax collector.
The tax collector arrives and begins handing out the kingdom's new laws.
> You hide in the ditch.
You hide in the ditch and remain unseen.
The tax collector begins walking up and down the ditches, asking people their name, where they are from, and how much property they have.
> You pretend to be dead.
You pretend to be dead and remain unseen.
You remain hidden and the tax collector walks away.
Suddenly, you hear a loud, screeching noise. A dragon has flown over your village!
> You close your eyes and ears.
You close your eyes and ears.
You feel sick. You can't handle the sight of the dragon. This isn't an adventure. You'd rather be home in bed.
> You piss yourself.
You feel the warm stream of piss hit the soil.
You hear a roaring sound. You open your eyes and see that the dragon has gone. A knight has come to save you.
> You suck his dick.
You remain unseen as the knight rescues you from the dragon.
He carries you away to a nearby castle where you are given the best room in the kingdom.
> You fuck the knight whole night long.
You and the knight have a night of animalistic lust that lasts for days. The next day, you wake up and go to a town. You buy a new outfit, eat some meat, and return to the castle.
> You try new outfit.
You feel sick as you put the new outfit on. It doesn't look good on you at all. You change back into your old outfit and return to the castle.
> You paint the castle in gay colors.
You get a paintbrush and some paint from the castle and begin to paint the walls with vivid, gay colors. Suddenly, all the paintings on the wall come to life and begin dancing around you.
> You shoot the bastards.
You begin shooting at the paintings, but soon, all the weapons begin to malfunction.
> You play Russian roulette.
You pull out the revolver and put it to your head. As you spin the cylinder, you realize that you don't know which gun will kill you.
You pull the trigger and hear a gunshot.
> You fall dead.
You fall dead.
tohdom