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.
The following curses now swirl beneath the stormcloud above you:
"WITH THE BLACKEST MAGIC, I CURSE THEE...to always be aware of your breathing, at all times, forever!" "May nothing you wear fit right for the duration of the game." "May all your speech be dramatic, over-the-top, anime-style declarations." "All your clothes turn transparent when you're in front of people." "You will only ever make it to those stupid social bingo games." "No matter what you speak, it will come out in song." "Whoever you make eye contact with, you will want to romance, but not with lust."
Above your heads, the stormcloud, still grumbling, breaks up into multiple little clouds, which drop to hover over each of your heads, curses still swirling beneath them. Every now and then, a drizzle of rain falls from the clouds on top of you. But at least the overgrowth blocking the way out of the alcove pulls away. You can go to endgame, cursed and clouded.
RESULTS
"WITH THE BLACKEST MAGIC, I CURSE THEE...to always be aware of your breathing, at all times, forever!"
"May nothing you wear fit right for the duration of the game."
"May all your speech be dramatic, over-the-top, anime-style declarations."
"All your clothes turn transparent when you're in front of people."
"You will only ever make it to those stupid social bingo games."
"No matter what you speak, it will come out in song."
"Whoever you make eye contact with, you will want to romance, but not with lust."
Above your heads, the stormcloud, still grumbling, breaks up into multiple little clouds, which drop to hover over each of your heads, curses still swirling beneath them. Every now and then, a drizzle of rain falls from the clouds on top of you. But at least the overgrowth blocking the way out of the alcove pulls away. You can go to endgame, cursed and clouded.