Gloom: LiliS

[idolpro]

[The old-fashioned writing desk in the center of the room carries several blank pieces of paper, a fine wooden pen, and a piece of parchment covered in writing. When you take a look, you find the following epigraph in a vibrant scrawl:]

Congratulations, future wordsmiths, and welcome to your first exercise in the creation of a true masterwork of tale-telling. This evening you'll be penning a terrific tragedy, starring the family of unsympathetic ne'er-do-wells provided to you.

Your goal? Why, to construct the best story your mind can conceive, of course - and make their lives as entertainingly miserable as possible before writing one of them directly into an early grave.

Comments

[rootoflove]

It's too bad we don't get to choose who receives the effect. I wouldn't mind giving gangrene to whoever wrote the story we got.

[theyregooddogs]

[coughs] They didn't know.

[rootoflove]

Are you sure about that? You can't trust anyone.

[theyregooddogs]

I can trust a lot of behaviors, but you're not feeling well right now.

[rootoflove]

I'm quite fine, thank you.