Ari Aprel

I can't paint on paper. I don't know how to work with shades and stuff. But I want to use paints, use the beautiful texture of paper, and so on. I thought about it and remembered that I have such a wonderful tool as an application.

You say your name and realize that you are no longer anything. You have no name. Whether out of ignorance or foolishness, you give your name to the fairy. Of course, the little trickster steals it. Perhaps one day he will return, if he gets tired of playing with your personality, but until then you are locked in the forest, deprived of desires, aspirations...

The Liechtenstein family, according to legend, has a connection with a fairy who helped the ancestor of the family to find the crystal:

Legenda o praotci Lichtenštejnů

„Praotec Lichtenštejnů, který žil před mnoha stoletími, byl chudý horník a celé dny v podzemních štolách doloval rudu. Byl to člověk poctivý a velmi pracovitý. Svou urputnou prací si však vydělal jen na skromné živobytí. Nikdy si nestěžoval, jenom doufal, že se mu snad povede lépe. Jednou zase kopal v podzemí, když tu se mu zjevila víla. Vzala horníka za ruku a dovedla ho na samý konec dávno opuštěné štoly. Jakmile se zastavila, řekla: „Zde kopej.“ a zmizela. Horník tedy nelenil a pustil se do díla. Sotva párkrát dopadl krompáč na tvrdou skálu, ulomil se z ní krásný kámen. Horník ho zvedl a kámen se mu v dlani rozsvítil jako tisíc hvězd. Byl to drahokam. Praotec Lichtenštejnů chvilku stál s pokladem v ruce a přemýšlel, co s ním provede. Po krátkém zamyšlení usoudil, že drahokam odnese knížeti, kterému patří půda, kde kope. Vydal se na knížecí hrad, stanul před knížetem a předal mu poklad. Kníže byl potěšen horníkovou poctivostí, kámen mu vrátil a k tomu mu ještě přidal kus země, kde horník začal hospodařit jako svobodný pán. Podle drahého kamene si potom on i jeho potomci začali říkat páni z Lichtenštejna (licht = světlý, jasný; stein = kámen).“

Also, fairies are creatures rather sudden and chaotic. They can easily help you, enrich, give a pot of gold, because it was in their head, or they can steal your personality and fly away to distant, green forests, leaving you only a shell.

It also seems that fairies love to interfere in people's lives, guiding those they like and granting them power and wealth.

John, with his quick-witted and sometimes unexpected nature, seems like a potential candidate for fairyhood. He's probably one of the most sincere characters in the whole game, who honestly says when he's scared and when he's having fun, and despite all the responsibility placed on his young shoulders, he sometimes reaches for simple pleasures like drinking, which I find impressive for a fairy.

If you think a fairy isn't scary enough for Samhain, don't forget that according to some legends, fairies drink blood, cause destruction, and kill babies.

— We could adopt a pet.

— Just a couple of chickens, no more, so we can run away with them if we need to?

It was cooler in Illinois than in his home country, Japan, but not by much. It was still quieter here, and he didn't have to deal with his father's oppression or the responsibilities the clan tried to impose on him when he was 17 years old.

Unable to bear the resentment of his younger brother being able to party and get drunk at such a young age while he could not, Hanzo decided to run away. He stole a lot of money, grabbed his bow and chopsticks, packed them in a bag, and boarded a container ship bound for America.

After several months of sailing, he arrived in California, where he was initially robbed by Cole, who later took pity on him and offered to travel with him across America, as he also had someone to run away from.

Пред: спойлеры.

Unhappy fish

This is a joke from a Soviet-Armenian cartoon, and I don't know how to translate it because English is not my native language, so I'll translate it literally. The cartoon is called "Wow, a Talking Fish!"

— What?

— What, what... On a lame flea from the shore of the sea, which the hare cannot fly over, the eagle cannot run over, even though the sea is not the sea, but just a puddle in the middle of the city, where the shadow of the flea fell on the hare and killed him, and the sheepskin coat came out of the hare's skin and went where the eyes look, and then the hare jumps!..

— What kind of hare?!

— killed to death, as he jumps wherever his eyes look — all the way to the shore of the sea, which he can neither fly over nor run over, from which the sheepskin coat came out, on which the shadow of a flea fell and killed the hare, even though the hare is not a hare, but an eagle…

- What hare, what eagle, what fle-a?!

It’s picture for ASK on KCD2. Here it is, the fish of my dreams.