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And now... since I had too much time on my hands again... time for part 2...
The Adventures of Petrus 2: What Really Happened...
Beholde, for there have been rumoures of the adventures of Petrus the High Priest, who hath descended the realm of ye dreaded Elpuri and hath slain the beaste, but entered hath not the portal beyond.
These were all lies made up by Petrus's enemies, who disbelieved His might and wisdom, and spread filthy rumours about the size of his left nut.
In reality, Petrus, a loving husband of six and a loving father of over twenty bastard children whose existence he didn't even acknowledge, was so noble and good that when he entered the realm of Elpuri, he took with him his beloved wife #2, one of his elite guards, and a few of his drinking buddies.
"No dolphins THIS time."
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Unfortunately, his drinking buddies were so drunk that they blew themselves up, but fortunately out of sight of his beloved wife #2.
"Guys, couldn't you at least wait for Elpuri?"
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The previous legends had told lies about how Petrus devoured puppy flesh. In reality, Petrus loved puppies and befriended a few (they didn't survive long, but that's not his fault, is it?).
"Good dog!"
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Then he killed Elpuri.
"Ruined my boots, AGAIN. Damn dark frog blood."
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And brought its head to show off to his wife #2.
"Honey, I didn't put it on a wall YET."
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But then, in search of new shoes, he had to leave his wife #2 behind, and descend into the darkest of realms (who were pretty shiny for the darkest of realms).
"Hello, any spare boots in here?"
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But instead of new shoes, Petrus was horrified to find a golden copy of his left nut.
"Who's making these?!"
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He descended deeper and deeper, but still could find no boots... until he stood at the gates to the very realm of Oree himself.
"That Oree guy's got to wear something on his legs."
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Fortune smiled upon the high priest, and he soon found a pair of nice dark knight's steel boots in the realm of blood and sorrow.
"Ah, these will do for the time being."
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Of course, on his way to face Oree, the noble priest faced numerous ordeals, like, um... getting himself locked in a cabin?
"I would have got away if it wasn't for those meddling mages!"
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Once the combat messages started to get so big they filled over a half of the message bar, Petrus knew he was facing Oree...
"Cough up blood, you bastard!"
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And then he killed him and stole his stuff.
"Hey, look, a can of what those cheaters make whips from."
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He used the portal to emerge in...
"The suspense is killing me."
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...the dungeon, greeted by his whole city. And Ischaldirh. Heh. Heh.
"Hi guys." "Hi Petrus!" "Prepare to meet your maker!"
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The dark archmage Ischaldirh refused to stop molesting Petrus, and so our favourite high priest decided to rip out his legs and steal his boots.
"Why am I so obsessed with people's boots, anyway?"
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But alas, Ischaldirh kept running away cowardly and Petrus' old eyesight had problems finding him. Meanwhile, with all those explosion and kamikaze dwarves, the caves started to become more and more, let's say... spatious.
"Ischaldirh the dark archmage? More like, Ischladirh the one-legged archmage!"
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Until, finally, Petrus has slain the fearsome enemy.
"That wasn't so bad when you don't screenshot all this running around for previous hours."
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Desperate to get his brand new un-ruined shoes, Petrus used the scroll of wishing.
"Finally..."
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But that didn't work, so instead he put on Ischaldirh's, and decided to abase his opponent by making a zombie out of him.
Somehow, the zombie refused to put his PROPER head on, and kept wearing kamikaze dwarves' or farmers'. Until Petrus got pissed and killed it.
"Mwahahaha. Arise!"
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Finally, Petrus went back to Attnam... unfortunately, he had to leave dolphins behind to die on the trecherous land.
"Sacrifices have to be made! That's for peeping at me, you freaks."
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This time, some happy citizens returned to Attnam.
"We're back!"
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Slowly, life in Attnam returned to normal and citizens returned to their places.
Oh, and by the way, this time Petrus made sure to find that freak blabbing on about his past deaths and kick him until he croaked.
"Meh, half of my palmleaf service is lost."
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Victorious, Petrus drank his coke.
"Gulp!"
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Then he got bored and tried to blow himself up until his left nut falls off, but that didn't work. So he had to use dirty tricks to acquire it.
"Yes. I am bizarre."
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He then used the aforementioned tricks to become the world's only neutral champion of Valpurus, and holding his own nut in his hand (don't ask), sat down on the throne to realise that he apparently...
Surpassed himself.
"What the...?"
HAPPY END.