Dungeons & Demons II</u>


    I thought I was supposed to be unlucky? It sure doesn''t seem that way thus far...


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    Status Quo Activated.


    Congratulations, one negative Status Affliction will now be removed!


    Negative Status Affliction: Hormonal imbalance. Has been removed!


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    Weirdness.


    ConsidSod''s Law states that if something can go wrong, it will go wrong and with the worst possible outcome.'' I had expected things to go downhill much sooner and with far more consequences. I mean sure, it hadn''t exactly been perfect thus far, but it didn''t seem like it''d been too bad either.


    Stupid emotional imbalance.


    Hmm, I wondered if I would stop being ruled by my libido now. Thinking back over the two people who''d been getting me riled up, I decided that I still found them attractive and I''d definitely shag them if I could get away with it. But I didn''t feel the insatiable need to jump on them that I''d felt before. Thank god, or System. Whatever.


    Back to number four, killing people. I''d never killed anyone before and I''d been getting worried about my reaction to it. Getting turned on by the noise of a skull breaking open was not normal. Now that I was no longer affected by my Race change I could break down my previous actions analytically.


    A cold feeling of relief settled over my body when I reviewed my memories of slaughtering my opponents. Partly because I''d come to the conclusion that I didn''t really feel any guilt over ending another person''s life – apparently I really was fucked up a bit. Oh well. This was probably a good thing in this world, as I was sure I''d have to do it again. And partly because I no longer became aroused at my memories of head squelching. Being able to kill without remorse, and feeling pleasure while doing so were entirely different things after all.


    Hitting someone in the head was still the best way of finishing someone off, and I still felt that a spear would be the best way to go about it, keeping those that were trying to kill me as far away as possible seemed like a good way to keep living, but I doubted I''d get off on it anymore.


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    Wait... the fuck is that? As the quartermaster, Felix, retreated from my view I finally came to terms with what I''d seen. Glad that the Garb stopped him from seeing the shock on my face. Felix was decidedly not a hobbit of some type. Nope, far from it. He was, in fact, closer in form to the centaur healer I''d seen earlier.


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