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Before I tell you this story (which is EPIC by the way) I must tell you this is all from the top of my head, and it may suck.

Enjoy the story.

"TURN BACK NOW.
Or at least go to the bathroom first. You know you have an uncontrollable bladder."

That's my concience speaking. His name is John. He acts as my common sense, but I never listen to him.
I was about to go on a journey that would change my life forever. For the day. And my concience was NOT gonna get in the way of that!
"Shut up John!" I said.
"Well sorry, I just thought you should use the bathroom. This won't be the first (or last) time you pee your pants in the middle of an adventure," He answered in his annoying English accent.
"John, seriously. Shut up. I already went."
"I don't remember-"
"I don't want to talk about it."

Silence.

"Okay, well, since you have the matter at hand, what is your adventure this time?" John said, finally breaking the awkward silence.
"I have to find the golden city. El Dorado. Now shut up, I'm studying a map," I answered him, slightly annoyed. John tends to do that. It bugs me.

Anyways, the map led into an underground cavern. All I had to do was follow that, and it would lead me straight there. Could it really be that easy? If it was, how come it's such a mystery to get there?

John heard me thinking. "You're right, you know. It won't be that easy at all. Don't rely on that map."
"I wasn't. I was focusing on the text in the bottom left corner. It's in Spanish, can you translate?" I replied.
"oh, so there is. Give me a minute."

I whistled to myself for a minute EXACTLY.
"La clave está escrita en oro. It means "The Key Is Written in Gold."
"What? What the heck is that supposed to mean?"
"It's another riddle. (Only the millionth we've run into...)"
"Well, let us look for a golden... thing that people may have, like, written in or something..."
"How about a desert?"
"Too obvious."
"How about rotten paper?"
"Good, good..."

We looked for golden things all around my treasure room. I don't know if you knew this, but John can exit my body and enter an android body that I made for him.
After hours of searching, we found one clue. A clue that lead to something...
"Another flipping clue?! That makes NO SENSE." Surprisingly, that came from John.
"Well, what does that clue lead to? I see the paper is rotten!" I answered, surprised.
"We must go to Arabia."

We went to Arabia.

"Here is where we have to be. We must dig right here," John announced.

We dug.
And dug.
And dug, for 3 hours. After that much time of digging, we fell into a gigantic room.
Made competely out of gold.

"We found it!" I said.
"So, uh... what now?" John asked.
"We call historians (who I have on speed dial) and have them come here. In the meantime, lets get some stone so the hole doesn't cave in."
We did that.
A historian came.
We got rich.
The end.

Description
Before I tell you this story (which is EPIC by the way) I must tell you this is all from the top of my head, and it may suck.

Enjoy the story.

"TURN BACK NOW.
Or at least go to the bathroom first. You know you have an uncontrollable bladder."

That's my concience speaking. His name is John. He acts as my common sense, but I never listen to him.
I was about to go on a journey that would change my life forever. For the day. And my concience was NOT gonna get in the way of that!
"Shut up John!" I said.
"Well sorry, I just thought you should use the bathroom. This won't be the first (or last) time you pee your pants in the middle of an adventure," He answered in his annoying English accent.
"John, seriously. Shut up. I already went."
"I don't remember-"
"I don't want to talk about it."

Silence.

"Okay, well, since you have the matter at hand, what is your adventure this time?" John said, finally breaking the awkward silence.
"I have to find the golden city. El Dorado. Now shut up, I'm studying a map," I answered him, slightly annoyed. John tends to do that. It bugs me.

Anyways, the map led into an underground cavern. All I had to do was follow that, and it would lead me straight there. Could it really be that easy? If it was, how come it's such a mystery to get there?

John heard me thinking. "You're right, you know. It won't be that easy at all. Don't rely on that map."
"I wasn't. I was focusing on the text in the bottom left corner. It's in Spanish, can you translate?" I replied.
"oh, so there is. Give me a minute."

I whistled to myself for a minute EXACTLY.
"La clave está escrita en oro. It means "The Key Is Written in Gold."
"What? What the heck is that supposed to mean?"
"It's another riddle. (Only the millionth we've run into...)"
"Well, let us look for a golden... thing that people may have, like, written in or something..."
"How about a desert?"
"Too obvious."
"How about rotten paper?"
"Good, good..."

We looked for golden things all around my treasure room. I don't know if you knew this, but John can exit my body and enter an android body that I made for him.
After hours of searching, we found one clue. A clue that lead to something...
"Another flipping clue?! That makes NO SENSE." Surprisingly, that came from John.
"Well, what does that clue lead to? I see the paper is rotten!" I answered, surprised.
"We must go to Arabia."

We went to Arabia.

"Here is where we have to be. We must dig right here," John announced.

We dug.
And dug.
And dug, for 3 hours. After that much time of digging, we fell into a gigantic room.
Made competely out of gold.

"We found it!" I said.
"So, uh... what now?" John asked.
"We call historians (who I have on speed dial) and have them come here. In the meantime, lets get some stone so the hole doesn't cave in."
We did that.
A historian came.
We got rich.
The end.