Stories From The Head

Where Devils Congregate Intim considered the names on his list yet once more, only to find they hadn’t changed even the slightest. (Just like he had expected.) He looked at the riddle written on a crumbled piece of paper once more: “Why can the håpebald kill a man and easily get away with it, while an ordinary grimming automatically becomes a suspect for just shaking his leaves?” The problem was not how to solve the riddle, as it had been presented to him many a time before, especially in Intim’s childhood. Hell, his father had even tattooed it on his right nipple when Intim was 4 years old. Or was it perhaps the left nipple? (Intim had always had problems telling right from left, since he was right-handed.) Intim knew just too well that pondering this question again would lead him into a spiral of misfortune, and he therefore quickly left the topic, turning to the list of names again: Lonim Oposa Terju Eppesa Jess Ingo Samppu Atlo Jade Ardisk Mannevond Estimer Yojo Oppi Nils Kviseto Oyger Nasi Kjaftesmalle Obo Najmak Kritoffer   Solving the code hidden in the list of names was almost too easy. One just had to take the first letter of each name, and this would make the sentence “Lote jisa jamey onk onk onk”. Translated into contemporary English, this read “Go to the country of despair and anguish! Go to Samehytta, the place where devils congregate. There you must face the Prince of Darkness and defeat him!” Intim knew what this meant. He collected his gear and went off to the beach. There, he would get a nice tan, and perhaps he would be able to find someone who could help him solve the riddle “Why can the håpebald kill a man and easily get away with it, while an ordinary grimming automatically becomes a suspect for just shaking his leaves?” Yes, perhaps he would so lucky as to find a professor of some kind? “Ooops...I almost forgot the parasol...there it is...well, off to the beach!”

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