Ignore Him
With a swoosh, The Magician dramatically takes off their sunglasses. They glare deeply into your eyes, leaving you frozen in your seat.
You can’t move!
“You dare ignore ME?” The Magician growls.
In a split moment, you feel your molecules twisting and tearing in horrific squelching pain, like paint being squeezed from a tube. Within seconds, you find that the Magician has converted you into a horrific painting, reminiscent of “The Scream”.
You spend the rest of your days hung over the piano, watching as people pass by...
THE END
...start again?
You can’t move!
“You dare ignore ME?” The Magician growls.
In a split moment, you feel your molecules twisting and tearing in horrific squelching pain, like paint being squeezed from a tube. Within seconds, you find that the Magician has converted you into a horrific painting, reminiscent of “The Scream”.
You spend the rest of your days hung over the piano, watching as people pass by...
THE END
...start again?