You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
Example:
"So this is where "The Beginning" begins?" Says a mysterious, but lost looking man in a void empty, deep voice, giving the old hag a quite cold gaze right into the eye. Manly but shy of this moment looking man curiously studies the surroundings and slowly sits on the cushion. As he takes a deep breath, he calmly says in a voice of suffering, "I kill monsters. People tend to call me a monster too.. I'm not. I'm a mutant. Not by choice."
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