Dragi prijatelji, drugari, kolege igraci, hobisti, i sve ostale gamerske manjine koje sam ovom prilikom (nenamerno) preskocio i propustio,
Ovom prilikom hteo bih da vam pozelim srecnu Novu godinu, pratece praznike, da vas sluzi zdravlje, sreca i debljina novcanika. Zelim da se zahvalim svima vama na svim lepim partijama koje smo odigrali ove godine, na lepim turnirima, na zivcima tokom ETC priprema (nisam siguran kome pre - onima koji su ucestvovali na istom, ili onima koji nisu
), i generalno svim onim lepim trenutcima koje smo proveli zajedno.
Nadam se da ce sledeca godina i zajednici, i svakome od vas kao pojedincu, biti u svakom smislu jos bolja i lepsa. Da klub dobije nove, lepse i jeftinije prostorije, da vas kockice sluze barem kao mene :D (P.S.: oko casova bacanja kockica cemo se dogovoriti posle praznika :D), da vas posluzi i ljubavni zivot: oni koji su tu vec srecni, da takvi i ostanu, oni koji su solo da nadju nesto za sebe, a Vileni u skladu sa
pesmom :D .
Jos bih hteo da vam pozelim da se veceras lepo provedete, da sve bude u skladu sa vasim zeljama, i da vam se i cela sledeca godina nastavi u pozitivnom i lepom maniru! Lepo se odmorite tokom praznika, i sve najlepse!
That was a hazardous consultation of the Libre Mortis my Lord. An ordeal of high and low doom. The moment I approached the book, it bit me most ferociously.
I must appologize for the explosion that blew off the door of The Chamber Unbreachable, but the simultaneous emergence of seventeen demons from the book spine, caused the spiritual detonation in the soul stoned air of the room.
The whole enterprise was an experience most horrendeous. None but I could have endured it. I was almost damned twice. Even now my soul is twisted to a cork screw.
I suggest you keep the state of your soul to yourself, and inform us, instead, what you have gleamed from the Grimoire.
Hatred and prejudice will never be eradicated. And witch hunts will never be about witches. To have a scapegoat - that's the key. Humans always fear the alien, the odd. Once the mages had left Novigrad, folk turned their anger against the other races... and, as they have for ages, branded their neighbors their greatest foes.
And 'cause I was gazillionaire and I liked doing it so much, I cut that grass for free.
Glory to Arstotzka!
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