As you’ll answer it, take heed
This Slave commit no Violence upon
Himself. I’ve been deceiv’d. The Publick Safety
Requires he should be more confin’d; and none,
No not the Princes self, permitted to
Confer with him. I’ll quit you to the King.
Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent
The base Injustice thou hast done my Love:
Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress,
And all those Ills which thou so long hast mourn’d;
Heav’n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn’d,
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn’d.
Fail a hallucination check.
Wake up screaming in the middle of nowhere.
Have reasonable discourse with Gloria.
Man i thought elfs didn’t have dreams…
power of the mushroom.
compliment her bright eyes.
MUSHROOM ACID TRIP TIME!!!!
Elves do dream when facing a powerful magic or toxin I.E: http://what-do-you-do.net/2009/12/a-first-for-everything/
(GM Chris, the second image is broken btw)
Now for my suggestion:
Cry like a baby in repentance
give her some flowers and chocolates
agree with her.
Fix your wrongs. Ask what you can do.
Kiss her,then pray to whatever gods you know that she won’t kill you.
……..”Mint?”
Tell her you already know that
Offer her a mushroom.
Tell her you don’t apologize twice, and she’s lucky you apologized the first time.
Ask what is your fault
*Gasp* Is she breaking up with you?
Be defensive
ZOMBIE! RUN!
Repent
What kind of screwed-up mushrooms did you eat?!
Kiss de girl.
It worked last time!
It is the mushroom’s fault so yell at it too.
kiss and make up
Have a traumatic breakdown.
Look at her inevitably messed up face-I MEAN BEAUTIFUL! IT’S VERY BEAUTIFUL!
Will save! WILL SAVE! You have an intelligence of 20, and it has to be useful for something!
Sadness
Look at her face
Talk to Gloria
Next.
Run away screaming in terror. Avoid trpping on balls along the way.
Eat more mushroom
William Congreve, in The mourning bride, 1697:
As you’ll answer it, take heed
This Slave commit no Violence upon
Himself. I’ve been deceiv’d. The Publick Safety
Requires he should be more confin’d; and none,
No not the Princes self, permitted to
Confer with him. I’ll quit you to the King.
Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent
The base Injustice thou hast done my Love:
Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress,
And all those Ills which thou so long hast mourn’d;
Heav’n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn’d,
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn’d.
wet robes
Notice the certain stat of yours decrease again.
I second some random awesome person.
huddle in a corner and scream at whatever she says
Am I the only one who would enjoy thinking that James has grown enough to NOT wet himself every time something bad happens?
Wake up and realize you wet your robes.
Thats not Gloria, its that stupid spider chick!
Back off and scream like a lady.
Prepare for the fury of a woman scorned.
Pry to apologizing and swear you’re willing to do anything at reach to redeem yourself with her.
Hold her and promise you will fix everything.