2deck

Yeah? Well… Who designed their font?

Only fake people take those stairs…

You have disturbed a mimic disguised as a jewelry box. It snaps and almost separates you from the fingers on your right hand.

Kill Jester

“Yer tawkin bout da numbas!”

Some lady on LOST

Silence brand

I’ve heard whispers. The faintest of which speak of nine. Nine onions.

Well thank goodness… there’s a net

I’m TIRED of these mother f@%#ing particles in this mother f@%#ing air!

I’m thinking an interface like papers please with some more expression and color.

You start as a hermit. Farmers and peasants come to you with problems and you craft spells, hexes and curses to cast on them. Sometimes you give them what they want, sometimes what they need and sometimes you throw a fireball. Maybe some rapid responses are required.

You gain a reputation and move from your shack into a town, and then into a castle where you become a court magician. Higher stakes, more options, more magic!

Get creative with how elements combine and have long lasting or delayed effects!

You don’t need to put it in your pocket. Just throw it on the ground and kick it along as you walk.

Rising from my nightmares, i see that scene. Blinding, searing reality cuts through my consious thoughts; it had always been there; waiting for a spark. A fungal web of neuronal links itching to infect and consume. Unavoidable and inevitable.

And as i fall from blissful ignorance once more; a whisper “why?”

HOLD THAT DOOR! HOLD THAT DOOR!!!

Slastroak