Murderhobo

The entire town is in your debt heroes! I trust my swords and shields will serve you well in your quest to defeat the mighty dragon Vuvuselaz! Don't forget to spend your hard-won treasure here once you've defeated it! Farewell, adventurers! [[...]]

What are you still doing here? Aren't you with them? [[Should I be?]] [[No...?]]

I mean, you came in with them. Plus, you have the same color scheme, which essentially guaruntees you're part of their group. It's not like your average Joe just walks into a shop for dragon hunting equipment. [[Don't they?]]

//Roll d20 deception= 6// Look buddy, I'm not sure why you're trying to pull the wool over my eyes, but I know an adventurer when I see one. And you're an adventurer. I'd stake my shop on it. [[You seem like you know a lot about this.->Don't they?]]

Oh, I see. You just started, huh? As an adventurer, I mean. AND you picked a dragon to start your career. Well, your group isn't lacking for confidence, I guess. Still, might have been a better idea to pick on some gnolls first. Or goblins. Hell, even some overly vicious rats. [[Gnolls?]] [[Goblins?]] [[Overly vicious... what?]]

Hairy little guys, penchant for devouring the flesh of their victims? Vaguely hyena-like in appearance? Scores of them have been roaming the plains in the past few months, picking on some of the outlying villages. Honestly, when you all rolled into town, I assumed you were going to pick a fight with them. But what would I know, I'm just... No, never mind. [[Just what?]] [[Yeah I could probably screw up some gnolls. Don't sound so tough.]]

Yep. Short, green dudes. Really short. Bad mean streak too. They really like gold. Damn things just pop up everywhere, 'specially when you least expect 'em. A different group of adventurers told me they were ambushed in the middle of the sea by goblins. Apparently the goblins just paddled out into deep water on a partly hollowed-out log looking for gold. Were stuck out there for weeks until they randomly collided with the party's ship. Then they tried to take their gold. [[How did they survive?]] [[Jeez, goblins sound intense.]]

You heard me. Overly vicious rats. Whole town's infested with 'em. They could definitely be a low-level quest. Er, I mean they would be a good way for less expereinced adventurers to ... get ... experience? Yeah. Sure. [[I'd rather not fight rats.]] [[What do you mean "level"?]]

Oh you wouldn't care. [[No, really what.]] [[Yeah, you're right, I don't. Where'd my party go again?->Shit.]]

I did mention the part where they eat the flesh of their victims, right? You're going to need your team for that. Speaking of which, they've probably made their way out of town by this point. [[Shit.]]

Oh, goblins are easy to beat. All they know is your basic hack and slash movement techniques, so its easy to just bait them into a big fireball spell. Of course, that almost sunk their ship, but that's a different story. [[No, I meant how did the goblins survive?]] [[Neat. I could get my party for that. Assuming that was my party. Where did they go again?->Shit.]]

You and me both buddy. You and me both. Still, a dragon is a big step up from rats. You really need a party for that. [[Crap you're right. Where did they go? I forgot.->Shit.]]

It's just business lingo. You know. Like "quantitative easing" and "profit". [[Sounds sexy.->Edgelord.]] //[[Is the shopkeeper really using "business lingo"?]]//

I wouldn't be surprised if they made it to the dragon's cave at this point. I wonder why none of them noticed you weren't with them? What role do you play in the party? [[Drama queen.]] [[THE INCREDIBLE HULK.]] [[Guy with friends in low places.]] [[Edgelord.]] [[Glow-in-the-dark sword.]] [[Squilliam Fancyson.]] [[Tree hugger.]] [[Katniss Everdeen wannabe.]] [[Your average Joe.]] [[Spiritually inclined body builder.]] [[Smartass.]]

No kidding. And there's always more of them. Always. Makes 'em a convenient foe to level up people I mean uh would you like to purchase some cheese? [[What?]] [[No, I think I'd like to go now. Where were you saying my party went?->Shit.]]

Well you see, I've been the propietor of this store for almost two decades now. I've seen 'em all. Adventurers, that is. And all they want to do is buy what they need from me and leave as quickly as possible. It's like I'm some sort of skin rash. But I'm a social creature, gosh darn it! I want to talk with 'em, tell 'em what I know, and they can tell me what they know and I don't know I'm just rambling now. [[You're not rambling. What's your name, shopkeeper?]] [[Yeah ok settle down, maybe I should get back with my party. Do you know where they went?->Shit.]]

Do what? [[The goblins. How could they survive on a wooden log for weeks on end? That makes no sense.]]

Look pal, I'm just telling you what I heard. I don't factcheck my customers. Except for the price of my goods, that is. You wouldn't believe how many customers have tried to lie straight to my face about what this plate of armor is worth, how I was cheating them on this or that potion, etc. [[Wow, I remember nothing but now I am deeply concerned about the state of society in general.->Glow-in-the-dark sword.]] //[[Is he trying to scam people?]]//

//Roll d20 investigation = 12// //Most of the goods here look to be priced responsibly. Most of them.// [[Okay then. You said I had a party? Do you know where they went?->Shit.]]

//Roll d20 insight = 15.// //Something ain't right Chief.// //[[Intimidate the shopkeeper.]]// //[[Question the shopkeeper.]]//

A bard? No way. You're not festive at all. You don't have an instrument. And most importantly, you haven't once tried to flirt with me since you came in. You must play a different role. [[Yeah I think you're right.]] [[Or maybe I just waited until now to seduce you???]]

Really? You don't exactly look like a barbarian. Where's the bulging biceps? The taut tendons? The glorious glutes? The... uh... damn ran out of alliterations. Still! I'm pretty sure you're not a barbarian. [[Yeah I think you're right.]]

Oh, the wizard. I can sort of see it. But you're missing the pointy cap. [[Pointy cap?]]

A warlock? No, no, no, you've got no pizzaz! [[Pizzaz?]]

Oh, so you're a rogue. Makes sense. I guess. Explains why you've been hiding out in my shop after eveyrone else is gone. Now, I hate to ask, but you haven't stolen anything have you? [[No.]] [[Nope.]]

Ah, so you are a noble paladin! A glorified tank, in more ways than one. Were you hoping to obtain some armor? A shield? Maybe TWO shields? You look like you could use two shields. [[What's that supposed to mean?]]

A sorceror? I mean you do look a little entitled (no offense, all you adventurers look a little entitled), but I'm not getting that vibe from you. By this point, a sorceror usually tries to impress me with some little magic trick, and acccidently blows up the store. Or turns into a plant. They're weird, and you're not that weird. [[Yeah I think you're right.]]

The druid? Well, there's an easy way to check. Look in your pockets. Is there anything in there? [[Nothing important.]] [[Well, there is this empty bottle.]]

Well then, where's your bow? Can't be ranger without bows. Though surprisingly you can be a ranger without arrows. I'll be honest, no one ever keeps track of ammunition. That's why I stopped selling them years ago. [[Yeah no bows here.->Yeah I think you're right.]]

Alright. No shame in being a fighter, nosiree. I mean, you're barely different from me at this point, but don't worry you're still special somehow. [[No actually I think I'm more interesting than that.]]

A monk? I think not. You've got baby skin on the hands. Flabby. They haven't punched a thing in their life. And I don't see no brass knuckles either, so you're not an off-meta monk either. [[Yeah I think you're right.]]

Oh don't worry about it its just some business lingo. I make the mistake of using it around customers sometime. Anyway, shouldn't you be getting back with your party? [[Oh yeah, probably.->Shit.]] //[[Is the shopkeeper really using "business lingo"?]]//

Larry. Larry Lennerson. [[It's nice to meet you Mr. Lennerson.]]

Hmm. Well, what do you have on you? Check your pockets, maybe there's some clue. [[Well, there is this empty bottle.]]

Yeah. Like this. <img src=https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61rcDtJ5dwL._AC_SX522_.jpg> No pointy cap, no wizard. [[I hate to agree but you're absolutely correct.->Yeah I think you're right.]]

Yeah, pizzaz. Warlocks always got pizzaz. It's to make up for the criminally low amount of spell slots they get. Helps them get to sleep at night, pizzaz. And I hate to tell you buddy but you ain't got pizzaz. [[Yeah, I don't need pizzaz. I'm better than that.->Yeah I think you're right.]]

//Roll d20 persuasion = 14.// Ok, good to hear. Sorry, just can't be too careful with rogues. No offense. Wait a minute... No rogue admits they're a rogue. I haven't even gotten a hint of a tragic backstory! You must play a different role. [[True, no tragic backstory here. Or at least no backstory I can remember at least.->Yeah I think you're right.]]

//Roll d20 persuasion = 8.// Oh really? You mind showing me your pockets then? Just to make sure. [[Well, there is this empty bottle.]]

Well, you seem pretty bare for a paladin. Barely any armor at all. No way you could take more than a few hits. No, no. You're not actually a paladin are you? [[Yeah I don't need no stinking armor.->Yeah I think you're right.]]

No. Just... no. [[Yeah sorry I don't know where that came from lets move on to a different role. Yep.->Yeah I think you're right.]]

Nope, no druid here. Every druid always has an emergency supply of weed on them. They say its to commune with nature, I say its when they can't stand communing with their party anymore. Either way, I don't think you're a druid. [[While I might like communing with nature myself right now, I don't appear to have the tools.->Yeah I think you're right.]]

Empty bottle...? That's one of my potions! You've been sampling my wares, you freeloader! [[Whoah buddy calm down I just found this.]] [[Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it grandpa?]]

Really? Oh thank god. I'm not sure I can stomach serving any more fighters. I just cannot for the life of me tell them apart. You must play a different role. [[Yeah I think you're right.]]

[[So help me, if you don't tell me what this "business lingo" really means I'll cover this whole shop in bread crumbs and release my duck army on you.]]

[[I'm not sure you're telling me the whole story buddy.]]

//Roll d20 persuasion = 20.// Well you see I'm really not allowed to talk about that sort of thing. //He// doesn't like it when I get into metagaming. //[[He?]]//

//Roll d20 persuasion = 13.// I think I would recognize my own merchandise. But fine. Let me see it then. Hm. Hmmmmm. Oh crap. [[What? What is it?]]

Grandpa?! I'm only 44 you hooligan! I'll teach you to disrespect your elders! [[To arms!]]

Well you see I've been having some troubles with thieves recently. Coming in the shop at night, stealing all my goods. I thought I'd get back at 'em by substituting some of my health potions with... other reagents. [[Like what?]]

Like an... amnesia-inducing reagent. For example. [[....]]

Don't look at me like that! I shouldn't have to warn patrons not to drink my merchandise before they buy it! This is your fault. [[Well how do we fix it?]] [[MY fault?!]]

Well did I try and sneak a drink of someone else's medical supplies? Did I brazenly lie about it to their face? [[I didn't lie, I can't even remember this happening! Who poisons random people anyway?!]]

Hmm. Let me try something. ''The shopkeeper cracks the bottle over your head. Blood begins to drip down your forehead.'' [[The fuck?!]]

//Roll d20 intimidation with disadvantage = 7.// Oh you wanna fight?! Let's go whippersnapper, I'm selling beatdowns half price just for you! [[To arms!]]

Hah! Little did you know I am trained in the ancient, mysterious fighting style of the small-town shopkeeper! Take that! ''The shopkeeper grabs a pair of boots from his 40% off items rack, equips one on each hand, and proceeds to smack you across the face with both.'' //[[Disarm him. Without the shoes, he is powerless!]]// //[[Go for the legs. His hand-shoes won't do him any good when his shoe-feet are swept off the ground!]]//

I know how to run a shop whippersnapper! It's just amnesia, it'll teach 'em not to steal. [[I can't even remember my own name! How am I supposed to learn anything from this if I don't even know what I did to deserve it?!]]

Well if it helps at all, I can knock ya silly. Maybe then you'll learn something about not stealing from kindly shopkeepers! [[To arms!]]

Hmm. Blunt trauma usually does the trick. Maybe if I swing harder... [[Hell no.]]

''Suddenly, your hands begin to glow faintly. A trick of the light? Magic? Amnesia-inducing potion side effects? There's no way to tell for certain.'' //[[Direct the glow at yourself.]]// //[[Direct the glow at the shopkeeper.]]//

''Warm light embraces you as the light spreads from your fingers to the rest of your body. You feel lighter, happier, as the pain in your head eases.'' //Regain 1d4(1) + 3 = 4 hit points.// Wow. Was that... Healing Word? [[I think so.]]

''The glow envelops the shopkeeper in a dim, yellow light. It briefly sparkles before vanishing completely.'' Ah! My back! The pain! Its... its... [[Oh no whadido]]

Ah-ha! A cleric! That's what you are, you're a cleric! I knew it all along. [[Huh. I guess clerics are pretty cool.]]

Oh yeah. They're pretty underappreciated though, they tend to not be as flashy as other role. I guess that sort of explains how you got left behind. Oh. Fuck. [[What now?]]

Your party just went to challenge a dragon. Without a healer. [[Oof. That's bad, right?]]

//Roll d20 perception = 20.// //Somewhere, somehow, you can hear a dragon slowly gnawing on the bones of your former companions.// //[[Yep, that's bad.]]//

Guess I should have recommended the rats more forcefully, huh? [[What happens now?]]

Now? I think you should be looking around for a new party. But that shouldn't be too hard. No one these days wants to heal. I imagine you could just leave with the next party that comes along. [[How long will that take?]]

I don't know. Could be weeks. Months. Or it might just be later today. We'll see. [[What do I do until then?]]

I don't know. Get a job? What do adventurers do in their spare time? //[[Rob the shopkeeper.]]// [[Got a job available?]]

[[I think I'll need some supplies to tide me over 'till then. Yours will do!->To arms!]]

You know, I was hoping you'd say that. Fancy becoming a rat exterminator? [[.....]]

It comes with health benefits! [[Deal.]]

''And thus began the legend. In their tongue, you were named 'Ratakiin' - Ratborn. You started off small, catching mice gotten fat in the shopkeeper's storeroom. After that, you were skilled enough to track them down to their dens and use spells like Spiritual Weapon to drive them out no matter where they hid. Your skills only improved. You knew which cheeses to draw them out. You designed the better mousetrap. You knew when to scare them out, and when to take more drastic measures. Soon, your rat catching skills became the stuff of myth and folklore, as the citizens of the town spread news of the wonderful Ratakiin to every town, hamlet and village that had ever suffered the scourge of the rats. Over the years, you visited dozens of settlements, removing the rats from them as you went. Your skills were so great that you received multiple offers to resume the adventuring career, but you turned all of them down. You had found your calling and you were never going back.'' //[[Farewell adventurer!<-Return to the start!]]//

//Roll d20 dexterity check = 16// ''With one swift karate chop, you manage to tear loose one of the shopkeeper's hand-shoes, which flies straight into his assorted meats section with a dull thud.'' Ma meats! Eat shoe, miscreant! ''With his last remaining hand-shoe, the shopkeeper delivers a powerful uppercut that leaves you dazed.'' //[[He's on the ropes too. Pry loose the last shoe!]]// //[[Pride goeth before the fall. Bait him into thinking you're beaten.]]//

//Roll d20 to hit = 11.// ''You attempt to sweep the shopkeep's legs, but he nimbly jumps over your attack.'' Fool! With my two hand-shoes, I am unstoppable! ''The shopkeep lays into you with another two hits. This time, you're forced backwards, straight into a large Pile o' Potatotes (TM). Your vision swims before your eyes.'' [[Can't go down. Not like this!]]

//Roll d20 dexterity check = 9.// ''Off-balance from the shopkeeper's powerful blow, your movements are sluggish and predictable. The shopkeeper easily keeps you at bay.'' End of the line, hooligan! ''The shopkeeper winds up before delivering a powerful haymaker with his remaining hand-shoe. You're hit square in the jaw and are flung backwards into a Pile o' Potatoes (TM). It's difficult to remain conscious.'' //[[Can't go down. Not like this!]]//

''Suddenly, your hands begin to glow faintly. A trick of the light? Magic? Potato-induced superpowers? There's no way to tell for certain.'' //[[Direct the glow at yourself.->1]]// //[[Direct the glow at the shopkeeper.->2]]//

''Warm light embraces you as the light spreads from your fingers to the rest of your body. You feel lighter, happier, as the pain in your head eases.'' //Regain 1d4(4) + 3 = 7 hit points.// Fiend! You have defiled the honourable rite of shopkeeper ritual combat! No magic, cheater! [[Are we really so different, you and I? You youself debased the combat when you wielded those shoes against me. But your shoes shall avail you no longer!]]

''The glow envelops the shopkeeper in a dim, yellow light. It briefly sparkles before vanishing completely.'' Wow. I feel much better. Now I feel slightly worse about knocking you out. Slightly. ''The shopkeeper lands one final blow with his hand-shoe. You go out like a light.'' //[[Regret everything you've ever done.]]//

//Roll d20 deception = 17.// ''You sway back and forth, holding your head, mimicking disorientation. The shopkeeper grins and prepares a heavy haymaker to finish the job. As he makes his swing, you limbo beneath his deadly hand-shoe, eliciting a gasp of astonshiment from the shopkeeper as you deftly doge the blow. After putting all his weight into the hit, the shopkeeper loses his balance. He drops his gaurd.'' //[[Finish the job.->Well, there is one key difference between us. It only takes one hit for me to win!]]//

It's gone! I haven't felt this good in years! What was that, Healing Word? [[I need me some of that.]]

''Warm light embraces you as the light spreads from your fingers once more, this time to the rest of your body. You feel lighter, happier, as the pain in your head eases.'' //Regain 1d4(3) + 3 = 6 hit points.// [[I think I like this Healing Word thing.->I think so.]]

I am nothing like you. [[Well, there is one key difference between us. It only takes one hit for me to win!]]

//Roll d20 to hit = 20.// //With one powerful kick, the shopkeeper is sent toppling backwards into a row of shelves holding vegetables. The violent impact rocks the shelves on its heels, and before the shopkeeper can recover, the shelves collapse on top of him, burying him in a pile of his own produce.// [[Thus I become death, destroyer of shopkeepers.]]

''You loot the shop of all its most valuable items, collecting quite the haul. You are long gone before the shopkeeper recovers his senses and discovers he is the first victim of the mysterious traveler who is now known far and wide as The Hamburglar. Apparently the numerous retellings of your exploits garbled your first theft, leading many to believe you buried the shopkeeper with his meat selection, not his produce. This works for you just fine, as it keeps many guessing as to who and what, exactly, the Hamburglar is and what you do. Confusion will only make it easier for the Hamburglar to continue their crime spree across the land.'' //[[Farewell adventurer!<-Return to the start!]]//

''No legend is born this day. You are confined to a small cell for a period of two weeks, at which point you are released to do a further two months of community service. By the end of this period, you've decided that adventuring isn't the lifestyle for you. You take on a series of odd jobs, none of which are remembered or retold. It is boring as hell. But at least you avoid further beatdowns by elderly shopkeepers.'' //[[Farewell adventurer!<-Return to the start!]]//

The Dungeon Master. You wouldn't know him. You don't even know it, but you've been following his narrative this whole time. After all, the best actor is the one who doesn't even know he's pretending. Makes the whole "role-playing" aspect more convincing. [[How old are you again?]]

Oh I'm not senile. Or mad. Or lying. In fact, this is the most honest I've been since, well, ever! It feels good to get this sort of thing off my chest. After all, know one knows this information. And no one ever will. [[And what's that supposed to mean?]]

Well I certainly can't let you leave with that information. Who knows how many plot lines you'd ruin if anyone ever took you seriously. No, the Dungeon Master is going to wipe your memory, and send you back to the start of the narrative. You'll be a constructive part of the narrative yet! Ta ta! [[Ha ha yeah ri-->Farewell adventurer!]]

Oh no, Mr. Lennerson was my father's name. Please, call me Larry. [[Ok. Nice to meet you Larry. Would you happen to have any advice on my current predicament?]]

Oh, you actually do want my advice! Nice! That's nice. Well let's see. You're in a bit of a pickle. I'll be honest, that dragon is easily going to kill your entire party. Even if you could do something, there's no way you'd ever get to the cave in time. In short, you need a miracle. [[I don't suppose you sell those?]]

Sell? No. But for a friend, I might be able to gift a little something that can turn things around... ''Larry vanishes into the back room of the store. You hear items being moved around, and the sharp click of a lock being undone. He walks back into the shop, and deposits a very small item into your hand.'' //[[Look at the item.]]//

''It's a small golden ring, encrusted with three amythest gems. The gems glow faintly, illuminating the beautiful craftsmanship of the item. As you put it on, you feel a surge of power unlike anything you'v ever experienced before.'' [[What is this?]]

I don't rightly know. I found this piece in the store some years ago, after some really powerful adventurers made a pit stop for rations. Apparently, they left it behind. I just kept it, thinking they'd come back for it and I could return it, but I never saw them again. Not really sure what happened to 'em, but it's probably safe to say they're no longer in need of it. But you are. So go on then. Go be the hero. [[How do I use it?]]

Heck if I know. My daddy taught me how to sell swords and cabbages; potent magical items don't really fit into either of those categories. Another adventurer would probably know. [[Man, I wish I was with my party, they'd probably know how to use this thing.]]

''Suddenly, you feel a surge of power emanate from the ring that engulfs you completely.'' //Wish spell utilized for : Teleport. Target destination: Vuvusela's Lair.// ''In a burst of light, Larry and his shop vanish before your eyes. You are now elsewhere. It is very dark here, and smells of brimstone. You can only see thanks to some scattered torches lying on the ground, illuminating several unmoving bodies at the center of a rapidly spreading pool of blood.'' [[Well that escalated quickly.]]

''Glancing down at the ring, you see that the faint glow has faded from one of the amythest gemstones. The other two remain bright.'' [[Okay then... What now? I guess I wish they were healed?]]

''Once more, you feel a surge of power from the ring, this time spreading to the broken bodies lying in front of you.'' //Wish spell utilized for : Mass Cure Wounds.// ''Before your very eyes, the various gashes and wounds on the adventurers begin to knit themselves back together, closing completely. One by one, their eyes open, and they look around in astonishment, incredulous they are still alive when they notice you standing above them. One of them, a dwarvish woman with an axe in one hand and a shield in the other, approaches you.'' Robin! Where have you been!? No, nevermind that, thanks for the assist, but we have got to go! [[Where have I been? You all left -]]

''Your conversation is cut short as an earth-shaking roar fills the chamber. A stone's throw away, you see two red, glowing eyes staring you down with murderous intent.'' [[Vuvuselaz, I presume?]]

WHO DARES DISTURB ME!? ''Another roar is issued, this time bringing with it a line of fire that illuminates the fearsome dragon before you. It is a truly terrifying sight to behold, its red scales reflecting the gold-red flame of its incendiary breath, its broad, leathery wings taking up the entire span of the chamber, its teeth dripping with the blood of your recently mortally wounded companions.'' [[Ain't nobody got time for that.]]

''The dwarf hides behind you before speaking up.'' Oh yep, that'd be Robin, they're the challanger pleasedon'tkillmeagainmrdragonsir. [[Goshdangit.]]

''The dragon glares down at you impetuously.'' THEN YOU SHALL BURN! [[I wish the dragon was dead I wish the dragon was dead I wish-]]

//Wish spell utilized for : Error, no sufficiently powerful eigth level spell available. Use 9th level spell?// ''The dragon rears its head back, ready to deliver another immolating breath of fire and heat that will surely destroy you and your companions.'' [[9th level spell time bois.]]

//9th level spell use confirmed.// ''One last time, the power gathering at your fingertips leaps forth, this time towards the dragon.'' //Wish spell utilized for : Power Word Death. Choose word to cast spell.// [[uhhhh...]]

''UHHHH!!!'' ''The word rings throughout the chamber, the reality-bending power of the spell's magic coalescing around each u and h. With the word's utterance, the magic is free for its intended purpose and covers the dragon in a thick, dark cloak of shadow and mist. When the cloud dississipates, the fire in the dragon's throat is snuffed out and the dragon itself collapses to the floor with an earth-shaking thud.'' //[[Poke it with a stick.]]//

//Roll d20 perception = 20.// //Considering the spell you used, the state of the dragon's body, the shock on the faces of your fellow companions, and the angle of the sun, you can say conclusively, decisively, and definitively that the dragon is indeed dead.// [[Another victory for single syllable words and phrases everywhere.]]

''Reunited with your adventuring party, you return to town and have what must be the wildest night of celebrations you can remember. Given that you still can't remember much before your time in the store, that's not saying much, but it is a very memorable night nonetheless. Before the festivities get too crazy, you bring out Larry Lennerson, shopkeeper extraordinaire, and credit his efforts to your unbelievable victory over the dragon. Larry is touched you remembered, and breaks out his best spirits for the occasion. After saving the town and killing a dragon, your exploits and stature will only grow, but you never forget the origin of your story, here, within an innocuous shop selling assorted weapons, cabbages, and //friendship//.'' //[[Farewell adventurer!<-Return to the start!]]//