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?))
I beam a confident and friendly smile at the old hag. A life of exploration has made me accustomed to unsettling and surprising happenings (as well as to unattractive and nosey folks).
"I've been needing some respite recently, and decided to put my legs up in this charming gem of domestication. Imagine my joy to find it is also filled with beautiful women," I say with a wink.
I am eager to sit on the cushion. Exploring and treasure hunting often leaves, and lands, my rear in less than favorable circumstances. My escapades have also taught me to keep my cards close to my chest. In my life style, information is the most valuable commodity.
"I propose a game," I say as I plop down. "Fun fact for fun fact. *** for Tat. Exploit for Exploit. I'll go first-Who does your interior decorating?"
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