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. "Your cups will always have a hole in them." 2. "May you trip on every fifth step you take." 3. "May people always mistake you for the wrong gender." 4. "May you become Dark Mou-- that is, may you feel compelled to constantly hit on anyone in sight with the cheesiest pick-up lines possible, all while pelvic thrusting." 5. "May others only hear monkey noises when you talk." 6. "You can't walk without a foot of space between your legs so you waddle."
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CURSES
1. "Your cups will always have a hole in them."
2. "May you trip on every fifth step you take."
3. "May people always mistake you for the wrong gender."
4. "May you become Dark Mou-- that is, may you feel compelled to constantly hit on anyone in sight with the cheesiest pick-up lines possible, all while pelvic thrusting."
5. "May others only hear monkey noises when you talk."
6. "You can't walk without a foot of space between your legs so you waddle."