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[Grek]

Your quest completed, you lay your hands on the precious artifact. The power within flows through you, new vistas of perception open: You are a Chaos Mage!

Name: Your old, boring name.
Name: Your new, chaotic name.
Appearance: What you look like.
Metaphor: How your powers represent themselves to you. Choose one of Colour, Smell, Sound, Noodle, Taste, Organ, Texture, Fish or Pie.
Artifact: The source of your chaos magic! Choose one of Gem, Deck, Rod, Well, Ring or Trousers.

[Iituem]

Name: John Smith
Name: Veebop Quiddlesticks the Fourth, Lord of the Vrie, Keeper of Mool, Granj-Hoper of Kiddle-tip the Eip.
Appearance: You looked like an ordinary man once, brown hair and eyes, pale skin.  Now your skin is multicoloured, a mass of shifting patterns and colours that slightly bewilder the mind.  Sometimes your ears sprout tentacles.  Sometimes fire.  Sometimes marshmallows.  Your hair has been replaced by an irate cat, and your eyes are eternal pools that bear all the darkness and fury of the space between stars.  Your clothes randomly change appearance every thirty seconds to two hours.
Metaphor: Texture, although possibly the Texture of Pie.
Artefact: Well!  A well of flickering, ever-coloured liquid.  Tiny, bicycle-shaped bubbles float up from the surface and turn into cupcakes.

[PiotraperPL]

Name: John Smith
Name: Veebop Quiddlesticks the Fourth, Lord of the Vrie, Keeper of Mool, Granj-Hoper of Kiddle-tip the Eip.
Appearance: You looked like an ordinary man once, brown hair and eyes, pale skin.  Now your skin is multicoloured, a mass of shifting patterns and colours that slightly bewilder the mind.  Sometimes your ears sprout tentacles.  Sometimes fire.  Sometimes marshmallows.  Your hair has been replaced by an irate cat, and your eyes are eternal pools that bear all the darkness and fury of the space between stars.  Your clothes randomly change appearance every thirty seconds to two hours.
Metaphor: Texture, although possibly the Texture of Pie.
Artefact: Well!  A well of flickering, ever-coloured liquid.  Tiny, bicycle-shaped bubbles float up from the surface and turn into cupcakes.

I started scribbling something, but this is way better
+1

[tntey]

Name: John Smith
Name: Veebop Quiddlesticks the Fourth, Lord of the Vrie, Keeper of Mool, Granj-Hoper of Kiddle-tip the Eip.
Appearance: You looked like an ordinary man once, brown hair and eyes, pale skin.  Now your skin is multicoloured, a mass of shifting patterns and colours that slightly bewilder the mind.  Sometimes your ears sprout tentacles.  Sometimes fire.  Sometimes marshmallows.  Your hair has been replaced by an irate cat, and your eyes are eternal pools that bear all the darkness and fury of the space between stars.  Your clothes randomly change appearance every thirty seconds to two hours.
Metaphor: Texture, although possibly the Texture of Pie.
Artefact: Well!  A well of flickering, ever-coloured liquid.  Tiny, bicycle-shaped bubbles float up from the surface and turn into cupcakes.

+1
I started scribbling something, but this is way better
+1

[Grek]

You learned of the Well of Chaos not too long ago. It seemed too fantastic to be real, something out of a fairy tale: "Once upon each time and whence upon all maps, there was a kingdom for all the ages, ruled by the King of Time itself..." According to legend, the Well of Chaos was once the Well of Ages, created by the Eternal Order of the Time Mages to allow passage between all potential presents. A great kingdom sprung up around the Well, passing industry and information alike across time to create a seemingly invincible Empire. But as with all invincible things, a weakness was found: through trickery and subterfuge, an outsider bested the Guardians and tossed a frog down the Well of Ages. It fell forever in a single instant, down all the way to the first moments of Creation, when all was Chaos. A splash echoed through all of time and the Well was forever fouled. Though it retained its power, the bubbling froth of Chaos and the constant croaking from outside of time twisted the bodies and drove mad the minds all that descended into its depths. The Empire fell, the Eternal Order was scattered to the winds and the Well of Chaos was sealed away. Breaking in wasn't difficult, all things considered.

John Smith fell a short distance for a long, long time. You landed.

Your hair has gone missing and your skin glows from within with an iridescent light. Your head feels like it was squeezed through a cosmic snorkel and then left out to dry. Your socks are wet. Your brain has sprouted an extra-dimensional tentacle, which reports feeling various unusual textures in the dreamscape of your mind. You are Veebop Quiddlesticks, Mage of Chaos. Now, if only you had some light...

Spoiler: Character Status (click to show/hide)

Name: Veebop Quiddlesticks the Fourth
Titles: Lord of the Vrie, Keeper of Mool, Granj-Hoper of Kiddle-tip the Eip.
Status: Soggy. At the bottom of a well. Satisfied.
Powers Available:
???: Feels fuzzy. Purrs.
?!?: Feels slimy and cold.
!?!: Seven lumps present.
!!!: Gooey. Slightly sticky.
??!: Smooth, like polished crystal.
!!?: Powdery. Makes your brain sneeze.

[3man75]

Climb out of well. Then enslave humanity.

[~Neri]

Purr.

[Detoxicated]

Well use your tentacle of extra dimensionality to look for a lightswitch, it should be next to the wallpapery texture. Switch the lightswitch.

[Grek]

First to get a second vote wins.

[PiotraperPL]

Climb out of well. Then enslave humanity.

Purr.

Why don't both?

[a1s]

Purr.

+1.

[Grek]

Climb out of well. Then enslave humanity.

Purr.

Why don't both?

Yes! It is time to enslave humanity! You're not sure why it is time to enslave humanity, but it definitely is. Your watch even says so.

You decide that enslaving humanity will not happen with you at the bottom of a well, no matter how chaotic that well is. You start your climb out. It's a long way up, so you amuse yourself by purring. The fuzzy, fluffy patch in your mind responds by purring back. You begin a purring contest with the mental construct. It briefly occurs to you that you may be going slightly mad.

Spoiler: Character Status (click to show/hide)

Name: Veebop Quiddlesticks the Fourth
Titles: Lord of the Vrie, Keeper of Mool, Granj-Hoper of Kiddle-tip the Eip.
Status: Soggy. Climbing out of a well. Purring.
Powers Available:
???: Feels fuzzy. Currently engaged in a purring contest with you.
?!?: Feels slimy and cold.
!?!: Seven lumps present.
!!!: Gooey. Slightly sticky.
??!: Smooth, like polished crystal.
!!?: Powdery. Makes your brain sneeze.

[PiotraperPL]

We should totally scratch ourselves behind ears right now.

[The Froggy Ninja]

Concede the purring contest and ask the fuzzy bit to do something please.

[a1s]

Concede the purring contest and ask the fuzzy bit to do something please.

Never! We are the best at purring. Let's explore the lumps.

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