I was just ready to spear this lizard for dinner when it happened. Spiraling darkness erupting from me, lifting me from the ground. I struggle for balance as I hear it whisper secrets of Erebus into my skull.
Your littermates are dead. All eight of them. Murdered by the Masons. Revenge Revenge Revenge.
I'll take it under advisement.
I just met a parallel me who was living with this curse! But in the other realm this happened after Qli was...
I see a giant robot with long clawed stilts for legs lighting up the sands from where it trashed the tent my sister and I set up. It lunges away, but with the speed of thought I'm there, ripping into it like a tin can.
"YOU PICKED THE WRONG NIGHT TO MESS WITH MY FAMILY YOU ROBOT CHICKEN!"
I've got it pinned. It smells like a charnel house inside, and looks worse. Straw? Flasks? Coal brazier? How did all this medieval looking crap get stuffed inside a giant robot like this? Was it bigger on the inside...?
I pull out what looks like a mummy? Like an old hag dropped in the bog and left to preserve when the Druid robes were still in style. It's stuffed halfway in a giant stone...bucket? Was this half of it's sarco...sar...coffin...?
OW! IT'S BITING ME! GET OFF! GET OFF! GET...
Whew! Hey, thanks Qli! QLI! You're still alive! Um, who's your friend?
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10 months ago