9 Quotes by Andrey Vasilyev

My grandmother’s voice rang in my head, 'You have to haggle. Always haggle. Otherwise, they won’t respect you.

And after the army, nothing in real life scared me. Except a shovel. And churches still put the fear of God into me…

The door flew open, and I ducked immediately, which was the only reason I didn’t get a purse to the face. I’d seen that trick from her before.

I came here with Fat Willie for some beer. He got me drunk, rolled me up in the carpet, and stuck me under the bench,' I answered truthfully.

That’s how we humans are: put something off once, and we’ll think of a thousand reasons why we shouldn’t do it at all.

From Moscow? With a degree? Wants to join the army? Came and volunteered because he wanted to learn something useful? The poor guy’s head almost exploded.

Race: human. I had decided that back when I was a young gamer before anyone had ever heard of Fayroll. Elves were too watery, dwarves were ugly, and halflings had hairy legs. And forget about orcs, trolls, and goblins—they were just evil. I mean, sure, lots of people enjoyed playing them, and that’s fine; some people like lollipops and others prefer pickles. But I stuck with humans, seeing as how that’s what I was most used to.

I should note that the Fayroll world was seamless, so you never had to wait for new levels to load. Noobland, that safe cradle where players were never bothered and almost never threatened, was, therefore, indistinguishable from the big world.

A rabbit ran by with all its experience, fur, and meat. A hardworking badger rustled away while a wiggly snake slunk off. Well, fauna, meet Man, your destroyer.