GULGALLANA

[soulping]

A knot of wild shrubbery closes off a plain stone alcove big enough for your team and...surprisingly tall. In fact, several feet above all your heads, a small stormcloud hovers, grumbling with faint thunder.

Comments

ROUND ONE

[soulping]

[ Wilder the Trickster's voice sounds from somewhere outside. ]

I don't care how noble and heroic you're feeling; what I've got for you is far more interesting. You're going to be thinking up curses. To start with, every team has to come up with three curses. Something like, "You shall wake up with eight hangnails every day for the rest of your life," or, "May your undergarments itch into infinity." Nothing too violent or damaging, mind you. Today I don't feel like healing up you sorry lot if you wind up maiming each other.

Oh, and don't try to make them blessings instead. If anyone tries that, I'll change them into curses myself. Now, do be as creative and entertaining as possible, hmm? I'm looking forward to it.

DISCUSSION

[soulping]

 

Re: DISCUSSION

[debate_avenger]

Curses, huh...

[This is something I could probably do, but...]

SUBMISSION

[soulping]

 

Re: SUBMISSION

[debate_avenger]

1. You will have any extra appendages your team animal has, and you will talk like your team animal for the duration of the game.
2. May your feet feel as though they're covered in slime for the duration of the game.
3. May nothing you wear fit right for the duration of the game.

ROUND TWO

[soulping]

So, have you all got three curses? Good, good. Now you'll be selecting a team to send each of them to--no more than one per team!

And let me tell you, if you don't pick, I'll pick for you.

CURSES

[soulping]

Hovering beneath the stormcloud are the following curses:

1. "You will have any extra appendages your team animal has, and you will talk like your team animal for the duration of the game."
2. "May your feet feel as though they're covered in slime for the duration of the game."
3. "May nothing you wear fit right for the duration of the game."

DISCUSSION

[soulping]

 

Re: DISCUSSION

[debate_avenger]

Now, I believe there are only three or four teams we can target: Barghest, Alectryon, Vanara, and Henwen.

Re: DISCUSSION

[debate_avenger]

Now then, on to the important question:

Dogs, Chickens, or Monkeys: Which would be cuter for people to gain appendages of?

SUBMIT

[soulping]

 

Re: SUBMIT

[debate_avenger]

Curse #1 to Barghest, Curse #2 to Alectryon, Curse #3 to Vanara.

ROUND THREE

[soulping]

This time, you need to send two curses to other teams. No more than that.

CURSES

[soulping]

The stormcloud grumbles above you, then spits out the following curses to hover angrily beneath it:

1. "Whoever you make eye contact with, you will want to romance, but not with lust."
2. "Every time you tell a lie, your ears grow."
3. "May all of your hairstyles become massive afros, and may you be unable to store all your possessions anywhere else but said afros."
4. "You can't walk without a foot of space between your legs so you waddle."

DISCUSSION

[soulping]

 

Re: DISCUSSION

[beathach]

. . .

[I got nothin']

[naturen]

Heeh... The afro one sounds pretty cool! The rest, though...

Re: DISCUSSION

[debate_avenger]

Well, I think Rotten would appreciate the first one, at least.

Re: DISCUSSION

[culpa]

So which two are we giving away?

SUBMIT

[soulping]

 

ROUND FOUR

[soulping]

You can only send one curse this time. Make the best of it.

CURSES

[soulping]

The stormcloud grumbles above you, then spits out the following curses to hover angrily beneath it:

1. "Every time you tell a lie, your ears grow."
2. "May all of your hairstyles become massive afros, and may you be unable to store all your possessions anywhere else but said afros."
3. "You have a hard time thinking, and you will be dumb and metaphorically brainless."

DISCUSSION

[soulping]

 

SUBMIT

[soulping]

 

RESULTS

[soulping]

The following curses now swirl beneath the stormcloud above you:

"Every time you tell a lie, your ears grow."
"May all of your hairstyles become massive afros, and may you be unable to store all your possessions anywhere else but said afros."

Above your heads, the stormcloud dwindles a little, but before it vanishes, it releases a faint drizzle of rain upon you. The handful of curses that hovered beneath it fall down to hover around each team member instead. The overgrowth blocking the way out of the alcove pulls away. You can go to endgame, slightly damp.