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?))
oh uh hi oh *drops of flat dwarf start to evaporate from the floor* im not being.. im not used to people *it becomes increasingly harder to speak as your body continues to evaporate into the air* im so sorry i m just getting everywhere arent i. *the hag starts choking on the air which now tastes like a dissolved cave dwarf that has not showered in 53 years, which just happends to be how long since you last took a shower* oh my are you okay *the hag drops to the floor, gasping for air, you notice her cat on her desk* kitty please come here! your hag needs help! *the kitty looks at you and start violently salivating, you remember that your mom once described your body aroma as "old fish"* oh no please kitty i was just joking *but its too late, the kat is coming, coming for the pool of dwarf on the floor, the last thing you remember is the hags cat on your face*
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