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中文译文
| 太阳有多远 |  99999
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| 一名弟兄望着太阳，猜测它离大家有多远。你可以选择： | ||
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休息时，弟兄们聊起太阳究竟离得多远。一名弟兄仰头眺望，眯眼咬牙，这番丈量险些看瞎了双眼。最后，他低下头。
"我赌它离这儿也就十到十五英里。"
他对自己这番自认精准的估算点了点头。
"对，说不定还没那么远。我听过个故事，说远方有个弓箭手，一箭就射中了它。"
历史学者插话道。
"关于用弓射中太阳的说法，我很怀疑。我倒读过一个更可信的故事：东方群山里，有人用很大的望远镜观察夜空。他们认为，太阳离我们十分遥远，至少有一万英里。他们还认为，夜里的星光来自别的太阳，并非死去英雄的灵魂。"
另一名弟兄站起身来。
"蠢货，嘴巴放干净点，别亵渎咱们的先人。"
历史学者点了点头。
“当然！只是提个想法而已。”
简直胡说八道。历史学者这样一个所谓的“聪明人”，竟也能说出如此蠢话。几个弟兄拿历史学者那些荒唐想法取笑起来。
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既不是历史学者、也不具备聪慧特性的弟兄中，有33%获得好心情 |
修士插话道。
"太阳既不远，也不近。它是众神的眼睛，是他们注视世人的镜孔。"
一名弟兄点点头，随后又好奇地问起月亮。修士自信地笑了。
"难道诸神会整日整夜照着我们？他们当然要把灯光调暗些，好让凡人睡个安稳觉。"
你点头。旧神果然时时照顾着我们。
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除南方人、邪教徒、改信的邪教徒、历史学者和这名修士外，33%的弟兄获得好心情 |
邪教徒站起来，望向太阳。他一直盯着，脸上却渐渐浮出阴影，仿佛有某种存在替他挡住了光。忽然，他抬手在空中划起仪式符号。你敢发誓，他脸上的黑暗正随手势变化，像一幅不断移动的刺青。做完，他重新坐下。
“太阳正在死去。”
弟兄们面露忧色。其中一人插话。
“死去？你是什么意思？”
邪教徒盯着他。
“达夫库尔的意志如此，万物皆可凋亡。”
有人问，那位所谓的“达夫库尔”是否也会死。教徒点点头。
"等再没有什么可死，达夫库尔方能安息。若是更残酷的神，早已自行离去。正因达夫库尔仁慈，祂才留到最后，为此，我们赞颂祂。"
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邪教徒变得心情愉快 |
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其他邪教徒心情变好 |
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南方人心情变差 |
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迷信和疯狂的弟兄心情变差 |
弓手接下挑战，取来弓和几支箭。他舔了舔手指，举起来试风。
“这风正适合射星星。”
弓手搭箭、拉弦、瞄准，刺眼的阳光却立刻晃得他睁不开眼。
“妈的，我什么也看不见。”
视野里浮起片片黑斑，他瞄准的手也开始摇晃。箭离弦而去，远远偏开了太阳。偏得非常远。他两眼发黑地转向众人，伸出双手稳住身子，等着视力恢复。
“我射中了吗？”
另一名弟兄偷偷笑着。
“说得一点没错！”
弟兄们哄堂大笑。
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33%的弟兄变得心情愉快 |
截图
英文原文
| How Far Is the Sun | 99999
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| A brother looks at the sun and estimates how far away it is. You can choose: | ||
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While resting, the men start a conversation about how far away the sun is. Otherbrother looks up at it, wincing and gritting his teeth as he just about blinds himself in his measuring. Finally, he looks back down.
"I'd wager it's about ten to fifteen miles away."
He nods at his own presumably accurate summation.
"Aye, probably not even that far. I heard a story about an archer in a faraway land hitting it with an arrow."
Historian历史学者 the historian starts in on the conversation.
"I doubt the veracity of that claim about shooting it with a bow. Here's a much more truthful tale I've read of: there are men in the mountains of the east who have big spyglasses to stare up at the night sky. They think the sun is quite far away. At least ten thousand miles, even. They also think the nightlights are other suns and not the souls of dead heroes."
Otherbrother gets up.
"Watch yer mouth, fool, and don't speak ill of our ancestors."
The historian nods.
"Of course! It was only an idea."
What hogwash. Pretty dumb shite for a supposed 'smart' man like Historian历史学者. A few of the brothers have a laugh at the historian's silly notions.
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33% of brothers who are not Historians or Bright get a good mood |
Monk the monk starts in on the conversation.
"The sun is neither far nor close. It is the eye of many of the gods, the scope through which they use to watch over us."
Otherbrother nods, but then, curious, asks about the moon. The monk smiles confidently.
"Do you think the gods would shine upon us for all hours? Of course they dim the lights a bit, to give us mortals a nice night to sleep in."
You nod. Truly the old gods are always looking out for us.
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33% of brothers, except southerners, Cultists, Converted Cultists, Historians and this Monk, get a good mood |
Cultist邪教徒 the cultist gets up and looks at the sun. As he continues to stare at it, a shadow slowly emerges over his face, as though some entity were shielding him from the light. Suddenly, he raises a hand and starts drawing some aerial rites with his hand. You swear the darkness on his face is moving as though an imprint of his drawings, a sort of shifting tattoo. When he's finished, he takes a seat.
"The sun is dying."
The men look concerned. One interjects.
"Dying? What do you mean?"
Cultist邪教徒 stares at him.
"Davkul wills it that all may die."
One man asks if this supposed 'Davkul' will die too. The cultist nods.
"When there is nothing left to die, Davkul may finally rest. A crueler god would have departed already. It is by Davkul's good graces that he will go last, and for that we praise him."
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Cultist邪教徒 gets a good mood |
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Other Cultists get a good mood |
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Southerners get a bad mood |
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Superstitious and Mad brothers get a bad mood |
Archer takes the challenge, grabbing his bow and a couple of arrows. He licks his finger and holds it up.
"Wind's right for a good star shootin'."
The archer nocks an arrow, draws, and takes aim. The blistering light is instantly blinding.
"Fark, I can't see shit."
His aim wobbles as dark spots take over his vision. The arrow is loosed and sails wide of the sun. Real wide. He looks at the company, eyes dimmed, hands out as he tries to steady himself while his sight returns.
"Did I hit it?"
Otherbrother hides his chuckling.
"Right on the button!"
The men burst into laughter.
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33% of brothers get a good mood |