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BARGHEST

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.

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[ 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.

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.

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

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

The following curses now swirl beneath the stormcloud above you:

"Your cups will always have a hole in them."
"May you trip on every fifth step you take."
"May people always mistake you for the wrong gender."
"May others only hear monkey noises when you talk."
"You can't walk without a foot of space between your legs so you waddle."

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.

Edited 2014-08-13 02:38 (UTC)

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."

Edited 2014-08-13 00:15 (UTC)

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. "WITH THE BLACKEST MAGIC, I CURSE THEE...to always be hungry, no matter how much you eat!"
3. "You will have any extra appendages your team animal has, and you will talk like your team animal for the duration of the game."
4. "May you trip on every fifth step you take."

Edited 2014-08-13 01:07 (UTC)

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."

Edited 2014-08-13 01:50 (UTC)