SelfPub: Beta testers

- What happens if Macmed miss? - asked with curiosity Granddaughter.
- Bite your tongue! sternly promised Xenobid.
- There are two options. Either our heroes after the show just in the middle of the castle that health them, of course, will not add, or if there is undershoot - become exotic graffiti...

Xenobid, dramatic poddernuv cloak whirled around him. Folds of loose robes rustled, and a moment...
- No wonder you got the nickname "flying Rats," he snickered Mahmoud, looking at what happened from Xenobite.
Before testers was something wiry, covered with spikes and scales, but pronounced the whiskered rat face and huge pink ears. Melissa with Macadam roared with laughter, Granddaughter burst out into the fist. Only Banzai kept the Olympic calmness.

- To the left! Right! C'mon, guys, straight... Mahmoud, smoother. Class! I such pleasure had not received since the first "Need for Speed" see!
- Have fun, old man?!

I don't think so. I told you to take only the Essentials for survival in the wild! That is: beer, dried fish and canned meat. No laptops!

- No! Xen, don't bite them! - Granddaughter screamed, rushing the warlock at his feet.
Not expecting such a turn of Xenobid stretched out on the pavement. The crowd of "clergy" immediately pounced on him, ohiwa staffs and a censer.
- Water! Water! - shouted someone.
Champagne! - roared Xenobid, for me have pressed his monks.
'Oh,' sighed upset Granddaughter. - Oh, that would be...

But worst of all - there Xenobid was right - turned out to be hedgehogs. They came at dawn and with asthmatic breathing began to stomp through the camp. Kicked the backpack, they ate the whole sausage, two tablets of dry spirit and disappeared in the fog, yativ with a three cans of corned beef.