Anguish, thy name is alcohol

On a few rare occasions, Degen might drink some alcohol.
Only a little, to keep him warm and to keep the brain from freezing.

A morning after one of those extremely controlled occasions, Degen woke in his bed, only to find himself a bit thirsty.

"Hmm,"

he thougth

"perhaps I should have a drink of water..."

With tremendous speed and flexibility, he jumped from the bed onto the floor on wich the bed rested.
But this was no ordinary day. During the night, Degens right leg had been parlyzed somehow, possibly by an evil spell cast upon him.

Or possibly by him sleeping in an odd position had stopped the blood from flowing through said leg.

Degen fougth hard to control his balance but the dead leg simply would not support his handsomefigure. To the floor he fell, and also slightly to the left, and forward.
The massive bookcase that stood there seemed like a good fixture to support Degen, but alas he was misstaken.
The case tumbled over our hero, who now lays on the floor, with one dead leg, blisstering headache (only from being hit by books) and heavy furniture atop of him.

Degen had knew better days

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Of course, this does not exist