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Oh, stuff it. You decide that you really *don't* want to die, *or* be stuck in a jail cell for the rest of your life. It won't bring Miriam back, after all.
"Hey, I want my lawyer!" you yell at the prison officer standing guard outside your cell, his back to you.
"You've already confessed," the officer comments back over his shoulder, not turning round. "A lawyer would just be a waste of time."
"Listen, I know my rights!" you snap angrily. "I *want* my lawyer."
"Not going to happen." The officer still doesn't turn round.
You close your eyes, letting out a soft growl of frustration. A hot, intense rage fills you, making your skin prickle. Unable to stop yourself, you throw your head back, and howl.
Alarmed, the officer backs away from the cell, pulling out his gun. "Stop making that noise!" he shouts.
Despite his brave words, you can smell the fear on him, and it makes your pulse race. Your muscles start to twist, and your bones bend into unnatural shapes. Your skin itches as brown fur sprouts, and your nose pushes out even as you fall to all fours.
Eyes wide, the officer backs away, his gun forgotten. Now completely a wolf, you hurl yourself at the door to your cell. A second hard impact causes the door to splinter, and you leap through.
The officer sinks to the ground, trembling with fear. "Please don't kill me..." he whimpers.
Are your basic instincts too strong for you to handle? Roll one dice.
What do you get?
"Hey, I want my lawyer!" you yell at the prison officer standing guard outside your cell, his back to you.
"You've already confessed," the officer comments back over his shoulder, not turning round. "A lawyer would just be a waste of time."
"Listen, I know my rights!" you snap angrily. "I *want* my lawyer."
"Not going to happen." The officer still doesn't turn round.
You close your eyes, letting out a soft growl of frustration. A hot, intense rage fills you, making your skin prickle. Unable to stop yourself, you throw your head back, and howl.
Alarmed, the officer backs away from the cell, pulling out his gun. "Stop making that noise!" he shouts.
Despite his brave words, you can smell the fear on him, and it makes your pulse race. Your muscles start to twist, and your bones bend into unnatural shapes. Your skin itches as brown fur sprouts, and your nose pushes out even as you fall to all fours.
Eyes wide, the officer backs away, his gun forgotten. Now completely a wolf, you hurl yourself at the door to your cell. A second hard impact causes the door to splinter, and you leap through.
The officer sinks to the ground, trembling with fear. "Please don't kill me..." he whimpers.
Are your basic instincts too strong for you to handle? Roll one dice.
What do you get?