When I arrived at the city of Goland, a few hours before the beginning of the events that led to the destruction of the world, I was awfully happy.
Back home people used to say that if you hadn't been to Goland, you hadn't seen a thing. After a whole month spent on board of sailboats and on horse backs I was finally there, a young gawky foreigner from the southern lesser civilized chiefdoms, walking along the streets of the capital of the world's greatest kingdom, enjoying my life, wasting my money and having absolutely no idea that I was about to witness the end of mankind.
The city almost gobbled me up as I stared with awe at all those taverns, brothels, and towering enigmatic ruins in which ancient people had once lived before gods went to war. I visited as many of those sites as I could, and listened to all the myths related to them---------
2006-12-30
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Myths about how the gods fought among each other and destroyed the world of man, and how a few of the kinder gods have saved the best of men by hiding them in the sky, then bringing them down later to repopulate the world. I was amazed at the similarity between those legends and the ones my own people tell back home.
At the end of the day, when I arrived at the inn I was to spend the night in, I was thoroughly exhausted but very cheerful. I had a short conversation with the inn keeper about the famous flirty Goldandian girls during which we managed to insult each other rather thoroughly. He mocked me by saying that a fine looking young guy like me would have no problem getting to bed with the local prostitutes as long as pigs flied. I responded by telling him that he could take his prostitutes and his pigs and stuff them up a certain part of his anatomy.
2006-12-30
21:40:48 ·
update #1
Then I went to bed, totally unaware that I had just triggered the nightmarish chain of events that eventually led to the collapse of civilization as I know it and the total eradication of man kind . . . again!
I laid my head on the pillow, closed my eyes, and went to sleep with a serine smile on my face.
Yet during the two seconds that passed between the moment I opened my eyes again the next morning and the moment a wet, funny smelling, handkerchief descended upon my face and sent me back to sleep, I managed to develop my first eerie notion that something wrong was about to happen to me.
Few hours later, I woke up screaming as a result of being deliberately placed in the path of the cold rushing contents of a bucket of water. I was totally clueless as to what was happening to me. I was also suffering a head splitting headache and a terrible hangover and my vision was blurry. It toke me a quite a while to realize where I was.
2006-12-30
21:41:01 ·
update #2