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  1. JosephDaWizard16

    JosephDaWizard16

    As Joseph found himself surrounded by a horde of monsters in the dense forest, his heart raced with fear. But just when he thought all hope was lost, a menacing creature appeared before him, and time seemed to stand still. It was the devil himself, offering Joseph a choice: perish now or rise up to become a powerful demon lord and save everyone. With his life on the line, Joseph made a daring decision to embrace the devil's offer, and what happened next was beyond his wildest dreams. His skin began to liquefy, but instead of feeling pain, he felt something growing deep within him. And just like that, time resumed, and Joseph unleashed a powerful burst of energy that obliterated every monster in his path. From that day forward, he was known as Abaddon, the Demon Lord, feared by all who crossed his path.
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    JosephDaWizard16

    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: (delete this) "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
  3. JosephDaWizard16

    JosephDaWizard16

    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.” "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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