A Renaissance Nightmare
“Dude, spit that out! It could be poisonous!” you yell.
“No way, man. It’s cool,” and Noraa proceeds to chew and swallow the mushrooms.
You refuse to try any of those crazy mushrooms. You just keep walking and make sure to keep Noraa close to your side. “How do you feel, Noraa?” but your inquiry goes unanswered. You look over your shoulder, but Noraa is nowhere to be found. You scream out his name, but still no answer. Where the fuck is he? Now you’re lost, and you lost your friend.
You notice a dozen yellow glowing lights in the distance, and you walk toward them desperate for help. As you get closer, you realize it isn’t the glimmer of flashlights or human contact, but the shine of a dozen eyes beaming from a huge, black reptilian monster. The eyes form a huge bulge on top of the monster’s swollen, scaly head. It stands high above you on four webbed feet. Something crawls out from behind the monster and yells, “Who goes there?” in a scratchy voice.
The question comes from a three-foot-tall, black-bearded dwarf whose black eyes dart into yours. He opens his mouth to expose a black grill and a black tongue, “Who dares enter my forest?”
“Please, sir,” you beg the small man, “I’ve lost my friend and I’m lost in the forest.”
“I know you’ve lost your idiot friend,” the dwarf snarls. “If you want him back, you just have to play a short guessing game. You see, my name is Yanis from Yellowville where the Sun always shines a bright yellow, and everyone is born with yellow hair. I HATE the color yellow, and everything about that color. But if you can guess what my favorite color is, I’ll return your moronic friend to you. However, if you can’t guess it right, you’ll have to deal with my friend, Portland.” Yanis makes a gesture to the reptilian monster that begins snarling in a way that exposes four rows of razor sharp teeth. He strokes his giant pet and says, “Bonne fille.”
“No way, man. It’s cool,” and Noraa proceeds to chew and swallow the mushrooms.
You refuse to try any of those crazy mushrooms. You just keep walking and make sure to keep Noraa close to your side. “How do you feel, Noraa?” but your inquiry goes unanswered. You look over your shoulder, but Noraa is nowhere to be found. You scream out his name, but still no answer. Where the fuck is he? Now you’re lost, and you lost your friend.
You notice a dozen yellow glowing lights in the distance, and you walk toward them desperate for help. As you get closer, you realize it isn’t the glimmer of flashlights or human contact, but the shine of a dozen eyes beaming from a huge, black reptilian monster. The eyes form a huge bulge on top of the monster’s swollen, scaly head. It stands high above you on four webbed feet. Something crawls out from behind the monster and yells, “Who goes there?” in a scratchy voice.
The question comes from a three-foot-tall, black-bearded dwarf whose black eyes dart into yours. He opens his mouth to expose a black grill and a black tongue, “Who dares enter my forest?”
“Please, sir,” you beg the small man, “I’ve lost my friend and I’m lost in the forest.”
“I know you’ve lost your idiot friend,” the dwarf snarls. “If you want him back, you just have to play a short guessing game. You see, my name is Yanis from Yellowville where the Sun always shines a bright yellow, and everyone is born with yellow hair. I HATE the color yellow, and everything about that color. But if you can guess what my favorite color is, I’ll return your moronic friend to you. However, if you can’t guess it right, you’ll have to deal with my friend, Portland.” Yanis makes a gesture to the reptilian monster that begins snarling in a way that exposes four rows of razor sharp teeth. He strokes his giant pet and says, “Bonne fille.”