Cannabis zone
- Levels: 40-60
- Danger: easy opponents
- Author: Garth
- Translation: Шазам
- How to get there:
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So, like, Jah took it into his head to create the world. Knocked himself out over it for three days, figured he'd made just about everything -- and still something's missing. So he sits there and thinks: what is it that's missing? And then a little voice inside tells him: ganja! There's no ganja in your world at all, man. Jah takes a look: and sure enough. Seems like everything's already groovy, but ganja grows nowhere. Just like in Mahn-Tor.
And so He created ganja. Sat down, had a smoke, looked around and thinks: oh, blimey! What kind of pop-trash have I gone and created all over the place. Now I've gotta really buckle down and make something cool and un-poppy. Something properly mellow. Otherwise it's nothing but bland filler everywhere, just like in the Ruins of Thalos. And Jah created the rastaman.
Created him and says to him: here, look, dude. This here's the sun for you, this here's the sea, this here's the veggies and fruit, and this here's the ganja. In short, paradise, in a word, for real. Live, man, and be happy. And the rastaman smoked some ganja and says: it'd be real cool to listen to some tunes right about now.
Fine. So Jah made him a set of music bracers, and three thousand and fifteen scripts to go with them. And says: here, look, in short. Sun, sea, veggies-and-fruit, sausage at two gold a pop, beer enough to drown in, ganja three meters tall, Bob Marley on the bracers -- Rastaman Vibration, yeah! positive vibes! Live, in short, and be happy. And the rastaman played the song through to the end and says: it'd be real cool to play a little guitar right about now.
Fine. So Jah made him a guitar. And says: well, now everything seems groovy. Sun, air, sea, barbecue, veggies-and-fruit, and ganja-bud again, naturally. And it's choice ganja-bud, mind you, not some lousy ditch-weed or sorry excuse for indica. Live, man, and be happy. And the rastaman played a little guitar and says: ah! A girl over here, now THAT, I get it, that'd be real groovy for sure.
Fine. So Jah made him a girl. Made a real choice girl. And says: there you go, in short, the whole of this paradise. Live and be happy. And I'm off to New Thalos for a rest. Because I've gone and worn myself clean out making all this for you. And off he went.
And the dude and the girl, in short, became the Children of Flowers, but that's a whole other story.
The smuggler here sells tokes of weed and brownies for coin, and more of the green lies about for anyone who looks. Take it out of here with care: Midgaard and a few other cities fine whoever carries it in the open.