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 stormcloud grumbles above you, then spits out the following curses to hover angrily beneath it:
1. "WITH THE BLACKEST MAGIC, I CURSE THEE...to always be aware of your breathing, at all times, forever!" 2. "May nothing you wear fit right for the duration of the game." 3. "May all your speech be dramatic, over-the-top, anime-style declarations." 4. "All your clothes turn transparent when you're in front of people." 5. "You will only ever make it to those stupid social bingo games." 6. "Your vision grows blurry randomly for a few minutes each day."
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CURSES
1. "WITH THE BLACKEST MAGIC, I CURSE THEE...to always be aware of your breathing, at all times, forever!"
2. "May nothing you wear fit right for the duration of the game."
3. "May all your speech be dramatic, over-the-top, anime-style declarations."
4. "All your clothes turn transparent when you're in front of people."
5. "You will only ever make it to those stupid social bingo games."
6. "Your vision grows blurry randomly for a few minutes each day."