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It was cold winter night, when old man with hood on his head, entered a pub and take a sit in dark corner...



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The Story

It was cold winter night, when old man with hood on his head, entered a pub and took a sit in dark corner...


... He observed that the pub was filled with stinking pirates, deathly mercenaries and dangerous thugs making themselves merry with pints of beer, platefuls of roast meat and the delights of many scantily dressed prostitutes. He gripped the mighty ancient Scroll tightly...



@edit by KosaK- Remember, only ONE sentence.

It was cold winter night, when old man with hood on his head, entered a pub and took a sit in dark corner...


... He observed that the pub was filled with stinking pirates, deathly mercenaries and dangerous thugs making themselves merry with pints of beer, platefuls of roast meat and the delights of many scantily dressed prostitutes. He gripped the mighty ancient Scroll tightly...


...The ancient scroll that he held in his hand could be the key to finding the great treasure he had sought all of his life...

It was cold winter night, when old man with hood on his head, entered a pub and took a sit in dark corner...

... He observed that the pub was filled with stinking pirates, deathly mercenaries and dangerous thugs making themselves merry with pints of beer, platefuls of roast meat and the delights of many scantily dressed prostitutes. He gripped the mighty ancient Scroll tightly...

...The ancient scroll that he held in his hand could be the key to finding the great treasure he had sought all of his life...

... but the evil sorcerer quest would have to wait until morning, for his hungry belly needed food, his thirsty throat needed cold froth-beer and his lusty desires needed ...

It was cold winter night, when old man with hood on his head, entered a pub and took a sit in dark corner...

... He observed that the pub was filled with stinking pirates, deathly mercenaries and dangerous thugs making themselves merry with pints of beer, platefuls of roast meat and the delights of many scantily dressed prostitutes. He gripped the mighty ancient Scroll tightly...

...The ancient scroll that he held in his hand could be the key to finding the great treasure he had sought all of his life...

... but the evil sorcerer quest would have to wait until morning, for his hungry belly needed food, his thirsty throat needed cold froth-beer and his lusty desires needed ...


... He went to bartender, ordered bloody steak, pint of beer and asked for news ...

It was cold winter night, when old man with hood on his head, entered a pub and took a sit in dark corner...

... He observed that the pub was filled with stinking pirates, deathly mercenaries and dangerous thugs making themselves merry with pints of beer, platefuls of roast meat and the delights of many scantily dressed prostitutes. He gripped the mighty ancient Scroll tightly...

...The ancient scroll that he held in his hand could be the key to finding the great treasure he had sought all of his life...

... but the evil sorcerer quest would have to wait until morning, for his hungry belly needed food, his thirsty throat needed cold froth-beer and his lusty desires needed ...

... He went to bartender, ordered bloody steak, pint of beer and asked for news ...

... phew! phew! phew! 3 arrows glided pass his face and hit the bartender squarely in his face - The Kosakian Brothers, his mortal enemies, had found him and slowly approaching the evil sorcerer...

It was cold winter night, when old man with hood on his head, entered a pub and took a sit in dark corner...

... He observed that the pub was filled with stinking pirates, deathly mercenaries and dangerous thugs making themselves merry with pints of beer, platefuls of roast meat and the delights of many scantily dressed prostitutes. He gripped the mighty ancient Scroll tightly...

...The ancient scroll that he held in his hand could be the key to finding the great treasure he had sought all of his life...

... but the evil sorcerer quest would have to wait until morning, for his hungry belly needed food, his thirsty throat needed cold froth-beer and his lusty desires needed ...

... He went to bartender, ordered bloody steak, pint of beer and asked for news ...

... phew! phew! phew! 3 arrows glided pass his face and hit the bartender squarely in his face - The Kosakian Brothers, his mortal enemies, had found him and slowly approaching the evil sorcerer...

...in less than a second he had scanned the environment and a moment later he had jumped behind the bar and now held the Bartenders Shotgun in his hands, which had been lying right next to the tab, pointing with it right between the eyes of Bogdan, the oldest of the Kosakians, waiting for him to make a move...