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: My story? okay, it was a dark night. my mom was pregnant from me, my dad was with her. they saw a little tiny house in front of there eyes. they decided to go in there because my mom was about to give birth. with a father like mine, protected my mother and me in case of need. before they know it was time. Me, alexander hermans child of Fred hermans was born in 2002 that day it was a heavy fight for my mom. sadly she didnt made it back home. she was to weak to survive that birth. my father decide to give up and did suicide. i had to go to my grand parent and tried to grow up in a fighting way, cause i never wanted to give up like my mom and dad did.
"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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