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?)) "My story huh? Well... it all started about a day ago... I remember it like it was yesterday... I was at a local market when suddenly, a young man threw an apple at me! I immediately fell unconscious but during this deep sleep, i recall vivid images of cosmic apples speaking to me. They told me tales of glory and shame, love and heartbreak, prosperity and tragedy...
I... I didn't actually understand anything they said but this is what I assume they were talking about. Ever since then, I've made it my mission to spread the love of apples to every person on this great world, no matter who they might be. For I believe that for every person an apple and for every apple a person. The doctor told me that what I experienced was a "concussion" but in my eyes he's just another soul yet to have been saved by the great apples above!"
