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?))
"well..." i sit "i was goin' for a bloody wander and then this massive bloody bloke steps out and i run into his big hairy chest eh. and then, outta nowhere right im bloody swooshed away into a big blue flashy tunnel and then i bloody come too and say '**** me!' and then i woke up here" i say blinking blankly at the hag
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