Fane antaa 10k, jos ratkaiset arvoituksen~

Ei, tämä ei ole mahdoton ja jos joku on joskus häärännyt vähänkään tietokoneiden kanssa niin tajuaa homman heti. Kolme ensimmäistä palkitaan!

KISA ON OHI

Homma toimii näin: Minä annan teille ratkaistavaksi yhden rivin tekstiä. Sille on tietenkin tehty jotain hassua ja te sitten väännätte siitä selvää tekstiä. Selvän tekstin pistätte PM:llä minulle. Jos sattuu oikein, ding ding, olet saanut lähes ilmaiset 10k:ta. Kaikki mitä tarvitset löytyy Internetin syövereistä.

Tässä on teksti: tDGAtRQAtVTAtHGAtZGAtNwZtHTAtHQAtHTAtRQAtLQA

!Huom! Et tarvitse hyvää englannin kielen taitoa, vain päättelyä. Ja muistakaa, tehkää hommanne takaperin.

Tässä on avain ratkaisuun, tietenkin kauniisti GW:n henkeen väännettynä: "Once upon a time there was a warrior named Fane. He walked up to the high mountain where he looked down to the glorious land of Tyria. As he watched how peasants worked hard to gather resources for their kingdom Ascalon, his eyes saw the unjust work. Those beasts from northern lands, those ravenous and brutal Charrs were coming towards Ascalon! There was no time to be wasted he thought and without any hesitation he jumped down and started barrel rolling towards the frontline.

When he arrived to the battlefield, it was a total chaos amongst the brave warriors of Ascalon as they retreated. With a mighty roar, Fane joined them and started slashing Charrs apart. Soon those beasts realized that they wouldn't win if this brave warrior with his mighty banana sword kept sweeping their lines. Using their necromancers Charrs hexed Fane with strong black magic. Fane saw the threat too late, but he managed to knockdown retreating necromancers with his mighty roar and he chopped 'em with 64 damaging swings. Fane's ally monks cured those deceitful hexes, late as always. But our hero didn't give it an another thought. He was in frenzy and he wasn't going to stop before every furry attacker would be lying on the floor. Charr warrior stroke him, but with his superior reflexes Fane reversed his movement and did a quick strike at his attacker, making a fountain of blood.

As his whole mind was concentrating on the enemies in front, he forget his allies and realized he had left his position in frontline and he was surrounded by Charrs. No time and he already had a dagger in his back. It cut deep wound slicing his muscles in half. As the necromancers had casted rotting flesh upon Ascalon's frontline before their death, Fane now felt how the disease crept inside his body, damaging -13 hit points per second. Without any strength left, he fell, landing with a big racket from his silver armor. Whole Ascalon army roared his name behind, just 2 meteres away. He heard them, but their voices were fading away and finally, only silence came..."

Luitko loppuun? Suorastaan säälin sinua >=D

Kyllä, on ihme jos siellä ei ole kirjoitusvirheitä. En jaksanut tarkistaa mitään kieliopillista vaan kirjoitin suoraan mitä mieleen tuli.