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原文:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Skyrim:Hamelyn%27s_Journal

嘲笑的十年。监禁的十年。放逐的十年。

孩子们向我扔石头,女人们朝我吐口水,男人们把我拖进银流城的监狱。可怜的他们把我烙上了危险者的印记……形容着诸如“疯子”和“神经病”的词语。一个疯子能不被察觉的越狱吗?一个疯子能在他们眼皮底下建立实验室吗?一个疯子能用普通的鬣鼠组成一支强大的军队吗?

在永冬城我当炼金术师学徒的时候也好不到哪去。那些自私的牛皮大王对我一点用都没有。他们达不到的水平,被我一次次超过。他们有感谢我的才能吗?他们有享受我的贡献吗?不。我的导师打我骂我不负责任,大法师拎我像乞丐一样丢到街上。

正因我的敌人变得自满又虚弱,正因他们忘了哈梅林和他的无比才华,我建成了自己的军队。我用我的每一点知识铸造他们的困境。感谢萨伯恩毫不知情的协助,我的军团日益壮大。真是讽刺,他做那恶心饮料的原料用来喂我的成果再合适不过了。

噢,他们会付出代价。无知的他们将因消遣我被毁灭。我会埋葬银流城并观赏永冬城的燃烧。还有我遇见他们时倾泻的愤怒,当我的成果从他们的尸体啃下血肉,他们会抱着我的脚跟匍匐和哀求。但不再怜悯,不再原谅而不再宽恕,踩在他们支离破碎的尸体上,我会大笑,会狂舞。报应的时刻已经来临。

痛苦的十年。悲惨的十年。死亡的十年。

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Hamelyn's Journal
by Hamelyn

Ten years of ridicule. Ten years of imprisonment. Ten years of exile.
The children threw rocks and the women spat upon me as the menfolk dragged me into Whiterun's prison. They branded me a danger to their pitiful existence... used words like "madman" and "insane." Could a madman escape the prisons undetected? Could a lunatic establish a laboratory right under their noses? Could a psychopath create a mighty army from the common skeever?
My days as an apprentice alchemist in Winterhold were no better. Those egotistical braggarts couldn't compete with my abilities. Where they fell short, I'd constantly excel. Did they appreciate my genius? Did they relish my contributions? No. My instructors beat me and said I was irresponsible, and the Arch Mage cast me into the streets like a common beggar.
As my enemy grows complacent and weak, as they forget Hamelyn and his utter brilliance, I build my army. I use every bit of knowledge at my disposal to forge their demise. Thanks to Sabjorn's unwitting assistance, my legion grows stronger every day. The irony that the same ingredients used to make his vile drink could be used to feed my offspring isn't lost upon me.
Oh, they will pay. Their ignorance of impending annihilation amuses me. I will bury Whiterun and watch Winterhold burn. And when they experience the fury I've unleashed upon them, when my progeny are gnawing the flesh from their bones, they will come begging and groveling at my feet. But there will be no mercy, no quarter and no leniency. And I will laugh and I will dance and I will rejoice over their mangled, broken corpses. The time for recompense has arrived.
Ten years of pain. Ten years of misery. Ten years of death.

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