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    Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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, a little bit ago I was wandering and I saw a tall black thing, so I tried to fight it, but I was overpowered, and I ran into a swamp. Then I met you, then you took me in to talk, I say quickly "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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    One day, a long time ago, a goblin was living life outside the walls with his mom and dad. Then one day, my mom and dad were killed. I was taken in by a white guy to the kingdom and raised to act like a human. And to be one, but my green skin made it hard to live like a human, then one day I was out of the kingdom after a fight, and I saw an odd, big, tall, shadow-like thing in the forest. I told everyone, but no one cared or said I'm a liar. "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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    PITBULL_DOG

    Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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.” Well, uh, I sniffle, I um, I stutter to talk, but I get my words out. I was here to save someone, and I was walking to see if I could see him, then I saw this hut, then you popped out, and that's how we are here now, uh- yeah "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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