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[Mullet Master]

You are at the local seafood restaurant, "504 Fish". It's a typical chain seafood restaurant, with hokey nautical themed... everything attached to the walls. This place is packed, loud people everywhere, consuming large plates of every conceivable sea creature. You are given a menu, but the menu seems to be written in kobold or hill giant, or something. The waiter hasn't been by in a while, so you are beginning to get frustrated. You consider going to another restaurant, but anywhere you go will be busy tonight. You'll just have to wait.

There's a clock on the wall with a cartoon shrimp on it, and it reads 8:14 PM. You have always been proud of your ability to read an analog clock with great accuracy.

You're alone tonight - you can't remember whether you were supposed to meet someone here or not.
A whirling cloud of faint mist appears in the chair opposite you. You halfway expect it to talk to you, but after a few minutes of blankly staring at it, it doesn't appear to change. You look back down at your menu - the text on the pages is now perfectly clear.

"You will cause a temporal rift ten minutes in the future. You will be transported back to this very moment until you find a way to undo whatever you did wrong."

What is this gibberish? The latest vampire novel? Did some teenager swap out the normal menu as a joke?

The waiter comes to your table, and you order a plate of salmon and some broccoli, with an iced tea to drink. The waiter quickly leaves, and you sit quietly for some time. It's now 8:24 PM.

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You are at the local seafood restaurant, "504 Fish". It's a typical chain seafood restaurant, with hokey nautical themed... everything attached to the walls. This place is packed, loud people everywhere, consuming large plates of every conceivable sea creature. You are given a menu, but the menu seems to be written in kobold or hill giant, or something. The waiter hasn't been by in a while, so you are beginning to get frustrated. You consider going to another restaurant, but anywhere you go will be busy tonight. You'll just have to wait.

It's now 8:14 PM.

[Cassandra]

Throw table at waiter. Go berserk, test the limits of the temporal rift.

[Greenstarfanatic]

Look for a fishtank. Break it.

[Tsuchigumo550]

PUNCH EVERYONE YOU SEE IN THE FACE.

[GreatWyrmGold]

TURN INTO A CEPHALOPOD.

[Yoink]

>Turn out pockets, examine contents.

[Cassandra]

((Test of limits... And ironic test to see if ordering the Salmon is what we did wrong. Yay!))

[Greenstarfanatic]

((I was just about to say to order a cod or just leave and go home next turn.))

[Mullet Master]

You have had it waiting for your waiter. A rage engulfs you and you stand up quickly from your table. The waiter walks by and you pick up the table and sling it at him.

(5)

The waiter is knocked over by the flying table, and the room suddenly grows silent. The waiter makes some noises, but your rage grows . You dart towards the entrance of the restaurant, and glare at the tank full of lobsters.
 
3

You hit the tank full of lobsters with your fist, causing some of the water inside to splash out onto the floor. You think about being a lobster, and try to turn into one.

2 There's no way you can turn into a lobster. There are people around you accusing you of being a madman, and two large men have came from the kitchen and are walking towards you.

You start flailing your fists at everyone. As the crowd pours over you, you look at the clock.

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You are at the local seafood restaurant, "504 Fish". It's a typical chain seafood restaurant, with hokey nautical themed... everything attached to the walls. This place is packed, loud people everywhere, consuming large plates of every conceivable sea creature. You are given a menu, but the menu seems to be written in kobold or hill giant, or something. The waiter hasn't been by in a while, so you are beginning to get frustrated. You consider going to another restaurant, but anywhere you go will be busy tonight. You'll just have to wait.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Cephalopod, not arthropod.

TURN INTO AN OCTOPUS, IGNORAMUS wonderful GM.

[Yoink]

>Turn out pockets, examine contents.

[Greenstarfanatic]

Calmly get up and leave.

[Xantalos]

>Ritualistically sacrifice another patron.

[Mullet Master]

It's 8:14. As your waiter leaves your table, you understand why he is so slow. He seems to be limping , his legs must have been injured. You resign yourself that it's going to be pretty bad service tonight.

You empty your pockets on the table.
(automatic success)

various coins
wallet
some hand scrawled notes -

"cephalopod - octopus like
arthropod - bug like
is a lobster a sea bug?
"

You get up and leave.

There's a bit of water on the floor near the exit - you slip on it,and slide into the wall near the door. The hostess of the restaurant looks down at you and says, "Are you okay? " As she helps you to your feet, she screams as you touch her arm with your hand, which appears to have been replaced with a tentacle of an octopus. Your incantation did not completely make an octopus, but enough of one.

She darts away from you, shrieking and crying.

(1)

In corner of your vision, you see a dark mist near a clock.

It's 8:26.

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You are at the local seafood restaurant, "504 Fish". It's a typical chain seafood restaurant, with hokey nautical themed... everything attached to the walls. This place is packed, loud people everywhere, consuming large plates of every conceivable sea creature. You are given a menu, but the menu seems to be written in kobold or hill giant, or something. The waiter hasn't been by in a while, so you are beginning to get frustrated. You consider going to another restaurant, but anywhere you go will be busy tonight. Apparently, the hostess is upset and has just ran through the restaurant shrieking and crying.

[Spinal_Taper]

Go to the church for penitence.