Darklands - Don't worry about it

From Create Your Own Story

You figure it's probably just your neighbour's drunken husband, locked out once again. The sun is rising now and it looks like a beautiful day lies ahead - your mood improves as you think of everything you could accomplish today with a little luck.

A chair smashes against the wall behind you moments after you skip past your neighbours' door, whistling a cheerful tune.

You swing the front door open and stride purposefully into the broad chest of your landlord, who has been impatiently waiting for someone to answer the door.

You can only gape, wide-eyed with dismay, as your high hopes for the day shatter before your eyes.

Your landlord waves what appears to be a gold nugget in front of your face. You know it's actually dog feces, painted yellow, because you gave it to him - you've been paying your rent with these "nuggets" since you moved in.

"Real Carpathian gold, yes?"

You look down and note with horror that your landlord appears to have bitten into this particular "nugget," presumably to see if it was real.

He grins evilly at you, moustache twitching, eyes full of malice. As if things couldn't get any worse, you notice that flanking him are two enormous goons hefting clubs.

On the verge of full-blown panic, you:

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