I sought the August issue of NAG, and this is what happened:
Everything started off perfectly normally. I finished the stuff I was working on, got up, and decided to go out in order to buy NAG. I picked up 40 GOLD PIECES, applied my LOTION OF +50 FIRE RESISTANCE, and went along my merry way, whisteling Metallica's One (how I managed that is a story for another day).
My first stop was the quickshop down the street, where I normally buy NAG. Unfortunately, my way was blocked by BROKEN SLIDING DOOR (LEVEL 3). I PUNCHED it for 15 DAMAGE. It shattered and its shards cut into my hand, dealing me 20 DAMAGE. Wincing slightly, I entered the shop.
My eyes travelled along the magazine rack, but did not find their target. This cannot be, I thought. This place ALWAYS has NAG!
Bewildered and disillusioned with my favourite quickshop, I stammered out of the empty doorframe, carefully avoiding the remaining glass shards. +5 EXP.
I thought about going home, but my will forced me to abandon that idea and go to the nearby Pick & Pay, another place known to sell NAG. Adjusting my +10 BASEBALL CAP OF HAIR-FLATTENING, I began my journey towards the Pick & Pay.
When I arrived, I was greeted by a monsterous SUPERMARKET CONSCIOUSNESS. It was a giant, swirling cloud of blue smoke, and from its depths I could hear the sounds of advertising slogans and satisfied customers talking about low prices. But I didn't have long to marvel at the thing before it started turning red and coming towards me.
I looked down at myself, wondering what had angered the beast. I was wearing my free Checkers shirt. Not the best choice of apparel.
The beast SUMMONED a group of LEVEL 1 CASHIERS, in hopes of defeating me. But he had underestimated my power. Thinking quickly, I CAST LEVEL 2 BETTER WAGE OFFER, and turned the cashiers over to my side. I watched triumphantly as they each DELT the beast 20 DAMAGE, and then walked off. +30 EXP.
I walked over to the smoldering remains of the consciousness, and noticed a shiny A4-sized booklet. My heart lept as I saw the word "NAG" in its upper right corner. With a squeal of glee, I snatched it off the ground. But then I realized the horrible truth.
It was LAST MONTH'S issue.
Bitterly, I grabbed a bag of Lay's that had been lying nearby, to RESTORE my HP. I just hoped that the taste would not be marred too much by my tears.
GAME OVER


Reply With Quote
