GreWaRRed

Stories we are able to tell define us, towarzyszu. And you know how they tell stories of ethics, morals and integrity. Stories of bravery, courage and valor. Of decency, goodness and righteousness. And no such stories will you ever here from my mouth. Another beer you say? Yeah, it’s gonna be on the house. Why you ask? I would like you to stay here a bit longer. Well, let’s say I like when there is someone who listens to me. It gets lonely here.

Always with the questions, this one. I just said who I am. A storyteller. A loudmouth. A keeper. To put it bluntly, a barman. Since I was a young boy, I wanted to be a bartender. Where I come from it is an honor to be one. Stop panicking. The fuck was that for? Oh you don’t know how you got here. Yeah great excuse, for pulling a weapon on me and making a fucking mess on a counter. Have you already forgot Clef’s oration, koleżko? Oh yeah I am a reality bender. Yeah great excuse, for pulling a weapon on me and making a fucking mess on a counter. Have you already forgot Clef’s oration, koleżko? Oh yeah I am a reality bender. Yeah that is why instead of coming through the door to the toilet, you ended up with me. Kurwa, put the gun down, I don’t want to hurt you. And for the record, you can’t hurt me. Well, it hurts a bit, when you can’t behave yourself. And when you destroy stuff. But in a more … what’s the word… metaphysical way.

So, you want another? Do you prefer piwo or beer? Oh they are definitely not the same. Piwo is much better, because it is from my father’s land. Are you blind? Look around, this is a bar. Well In a pocket dimension, created as my eternal prison. And I kind of pulled you in, so maybe I should’ve said ours.
KURWA. IF YOU CAN’T CALM THE FUCK DOWN, I AM GONNA CHANGE YOU INTO A FUCKING WORM. Or something equally ugly. Like a… skolopendromorf. Well, you have to work with what you have. I fully understand why you do prefer wódka. Or maybe you want something even stronger? Oh you Americans, you don’t know a thing about alcohol. This is called bimber, it will help you… relax. You want to leave? So do I. But I can't. It gets lonely here.

Hmm, I do not recall how long. It has been years. Yeah, it is terrible to be alone in here. Oh, you are not the first one I snatched from yours world. And definitely not the last one.

Well, as I said you can leave when you want. Oh I haven’t? It had to slip my mind.