Delerium Tremens
Delerium Tremens
Delerium Tremens
Delerium Tremens
Ulfogor has always been what people call a "lowlife", he never had a roof above his head and the food he needed to keep on living was found in garbage bins, the sewer, he became quite good in catching and cooking rats, or he stole it. But yesterday, yesterday his luck changed. Among some rubble he hound this nice massive golden spoon. His own nice shinny thingy. Should he sell it, he could get loads of money, but this hasn't even crossed his mind. Afterall, what would he do with all that money? Buying an house? That brings only trouble as you have to keep the place tidy. Should he buy food with it he would probably eat himself to death. And clothes? What good are those with a face like his, the ladies would still not show any interest in him. And all these things he could find for free. No, Ulfogor will keep this spoon as a trophy and use it everyday! This way he won't have to eat with his bare hands like an animal. Yesterday he used it for the first time. The touch of gold to his lips! Even better then the rest of chicken soup he found behind the inn.
Today, he does feel kind of strange. Everything spins, like the world is turning way too fast. His head hurts, and now he starts to see little pink elephants. Just like to on his favourite beer : delerium tremens. But he hasn't been able to drink this for at least four days. He thought what else it could be, but all he ate since yesterday evening was the chicken soup. And that tasted alright. Little did he know his