<p>An adventurer... Yeah, that sounds proud. Totally not like "guy who machetes their way through the jungle while mosquitoes bite their ass". You go on an adventure, you want to find a treasure, you need lots of stuff to be transported to some Celestia-damned hole... Well, here's where you'll need me.</p><p>My name is Minuette. I swear, I only wanted to live a calm life, with occasional hint of adventure. Now I'm fighting mummies, zombies, tentacles, eldritch abominations, mercenaries from Manegascar, and bill collectors. And it's all Vinyl's fault. Again.</p><p>Pre-read by <a href="/user/Bootsy+Slickmane" rel="nofollow">Bootsy Slickmane</a><br/>Russian translation by <a href="/user/326086/repitter" rel="nofollow">repitter</a>:</p><ul><li>🇺🇦<a href="https://ponyfiction.org/story/14640/" rel="nofollow">Ponyfiction</a>🇺🇦</li><li>🇺🇦<a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/16rQUyn4q6iUfbtYtWzRo7hAIkGrS2jU4ku0AstEsYW4/edit?usp=sharing" rel="nofollow">GoogleDocs</a>🇺🇦</li></ul>
Hello, my name is Minuette and I just woke up in a wagon with two idiots, a headache, and some mafioso's money. Can this day get any worse?
After suddenly becoming rich, Minuette decides to invest her money wisely. Delivery services company – yeah, that sounds good enough. Nothing can go wrong with that...