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.
Hovering beneath the stormcloud are the following curses:
1. "Your teeth constantly chatter, even when it's not cold." 2. "You can't walk without a foot of space between your legs so you waddle." 3. "Your hands get glued together every time they touch."
1. "Your teeth constantly chatter, even when it's not cold." - Amalthea 2. "You can't walk without a foot of space between your legs so you waddle." - Gulgallana 3. "Your hands get glued together every time they touch." - Alectryon
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ROUND TWO
And let me tell you, if you don't pick, I'll pick for you.
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1. "Your teeth constantly chatter, even when it's not cold."
2. "You can't walk without a foot of space between your legs so you waddle."
3. "Your hands get glued together every time they touch."
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Sure.
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'kay.
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Well that was easy. This was hardly a game.
SUBMIT
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2. "You can't walk without a foot of space between your legs so you waddle." - Gulgallana
3. "Your hands get glued together every time they touch." - Alectryon
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