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The prison of ethernal recurrence

from HDK 29 † Dunjon Majik by DUNJON MAGIK

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You are in an intricate dungeon, an underground labyrinth lit by an unknown-origin dim light.
You understand that the dungeon is an underground citadel of orcs. You manage to not being noticed and you kill some guards, but then you fall into an ambush. The orcs disarm you and capture you. You come banged in a wet and unhealthy cell. An orc tells you something menacing, but you do not understand his language. Your neighbor in the cell, an old man that you are not able to see from the bars of your cell, tells you: "Welcome!". You spend the night mulling over how to escape, in the company of a cat to whom you have given part of your revolting dinner of rotten fish and mouse broth. The prison guardian is a dull-eyed orc who continues to drink mead. All of a sudden he falls asleep. He wakes up a little bit later: he has to go to the bathroom. Getting up, he loses the key of your cell from his pocket, but he does not notice it. When he turns the corner, you put your hand between the bars, but ... damn it! For a few centimeters you cannot get the keys! You hear the old man giggling from the next cell. Then the orc returns. He sees the key and puts it back in his pocket. The following seven days pass the same way. The usual fish with the broth, the usual cat with whom you share the dinner, the usual little orc that gets up and loses the key from his pocket and that falls in the exact same place that you can’t reach for a few centimeters. And the usual shrill giggles of the oldman. Something is wrong with the temporal continuum of this mysterious dungeon: it is as if the time has become stuck. "The cat!" you hear. What? "The cat!" the old man repeats. "He is the true master of this dungeon, the only one who has the power to interrupt the eternal recurrence!". You spend the following days in a state of mental confusion dictated by fever and weakness; you only talk to the cat, who is now your regular dining companion. You deceive yourself that the cat can understand your plan. "When the jailer loses the key from his pocket - you say - push the key with your paw towards here and ... freedom!". In delirium you think the cat can understand you: his gaze becomes grim and frowning. You believe it is a signal. One night, when the orc loses the key, the cat actually jumps out of the cell for the first time. He approaches the key and with his paw ... pushes it into the loopholes of a manhole not far away. After a discouraging number of seconds, you hear "pluf!". The key has fallen who knows where in the sewer of the orcs city. The cat looks at you and says: "if you leave, I will not eat anymore, you idiot!" Or maybe he just meowed. In the most darkest despair, you hear the orc returning as usual, but this time, when he does not see the key, he screams: "tughrtughrrug!". You will never know it, but in the orcs language it means: "It was the only existing copy". The old man chuckles more tasty than usual.

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from HDK 29 † Dunjon Majik, released May 24, 2019

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