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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.
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.
The following curses now swirl beneath the stormcloud above you:
"Your teeth constantly chatter, even when it's not cold."
"You can't read."
Above your heads, the stormcloud dwindles a little, but before it vanishes, it releases a faint drizzle of rain upon you. The handful of curses that hovered beneath it fall down to hover around each team member instead. The overgrowth blocking the way out of the alcove pulls away. You can go to endgame, slightly damp.
"Your teeth constantly chatter, even when it's not cold."
"You can't read."
Above your heads, the stormcloud dwindles a little, but before it vanishes, it releases a faint drizzle of rain upon you. The handful of curses that hovered beneath it fall down to hover around each team member instead. The overgrowth blocking the way out of the alcove pulls away. You can go to endgame, slightly damp.
Edited 2014-08-13 02:39 (UTC)
Hovering beneath the stormcloud are the following curses:
1. "May you always have a song stuck in your head, but may you never remember the words."
2. "You are cursed to step in a puddle whenever you're just wearing socks on your feet."
3. "All your clothes turn transparent when you're in front of people."
1. "May you always have a song stuck in your head, but may you never remember the words."
2. "You are cursed to step in a puddle whenever you're just wearing socks on your feet."
3. "All your clothes turn transparent when you're in front of people."
Edited 2014-08-13 00:16 (UTC)
The stormcloud grumbles above you, then spits out the following curses to hover angrily beneath it:
1. "Your teeth constantly chatter, even when it's not cold."
2. "Whoever you make eye contact with, you will want to romance, but not with lust."
3. "You can't read."
1. "Your teeth constantly chatter, even when it's not cold."
2. "Whoever you make eye contact with, you will want to romance, but not with lust."
3. "You can't read."
Edited 2014-08-13 01:49 (UTC)
Curses, huh...
[ HANDS ON HIPS!! ]
I don't know about you, but having all of your clothes turn see-through every time you're in front of people for forever sounds terrible to me!
[ HANDS ON HIPS!! ]
I don't know about you, but having all of your clothes turn see-through every time you're in front of people for forever sounds terrible to me!
Cause he's probably gonna use them on people.
[Well actually there's someone in your memories that probably wouldn't mind that...]
I was thinking something like.
"May you never find a comfortable place to put your arms when you're trying to sleep."
I was thinking something like.
"May you never find a comfortable place to put your arms when you're trying to sleep."
[ IT WOULD BE TERRIBLE FOR HER... ]
Ooh, that's awful! What if your underarms itched all the time or something?
Ooh, that's awful! What if your underarms itched all the time or something?
As long as we don't make them bad, it's fine right? Just annoying?
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