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?))
What brings me to this dingy town?? Rah I can't lie, I came here to find myself a wife. Been hearing theres a lot of good looking women out here in these swampy dim towns. Thought I could change someones life and change my life too. What you thinking granny? You got a daughter or what broski.💀
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