Double-posting again, but yet again with another
Turn the Eighth I am, Turn the Eighth I am I am. I got married to the widow next door; she's been married seven times before, and every one was a Turn. She wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam. I'm her eighth old man I'm Turn. Turn the Eighth I am. Second verse, same as the first!I take the box, and then drink some water. Maybe that'll help.
|You pick up the box, and begin to drink some of the water that has collected in shallow pools on the floor. Surprisingly enough, this helps exceedingly. You no longer feel any sign of a hangover.
Attempt to requisition bartenders assistance in recovering my appendage. Then look for hand.
|You ask the tavern keeper to help you, and he politely points out that your hand has just slid under the bar. You pick it up. Now how do you attach this darn thing without opening up the bleeding again?
Meet up with Tylui.
|You leave the tavern and begin to search for your loincloth-clad friend. After a while of searching, you spot him at the end of a side street.
Start superchilling the air in my lungs to just above IT's condensation point, as in just above the temperature at which I would have liquid air
|You successfully chill the air in your lungs to just above the condensation point of nitrogen. Unfortunately, this means you pass the condensation point and freezing point of water, and the sublimation point of carbon dioxide, and the condensation point of oxygen, along with the condensation points of other trace elements. The fact that you no longer have oxygen in its gaseous form means that you cannot breathe. Also, that dry ice and regular ice in your lungs can't be good for your system.
|Already, the lack of oxygen is starting to get to you; you won't last too much longer.
I'll lament over my current condition.
|You lament.
1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from helping me, from the words of my groaning?
2 O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer;
and by night, but find no rest...
4 In you our ancestors trusted; they trusted, and you delivered them.
5 To you they cried, and were saved; in you they trusted, and were not put to shame.
6 But I am a worm, and not human; scorned by others, and despised by the people.
7 All who see me mock at me; they make mouths at me, they shake their heads;
8 “Commit your cause to the Lord; let him deliver—let him rescue the one in whom he delights!”
9 Yet it was you who took me from the womb; you kept me safe from my mother’s breast.
10 On you I was cast from my birth, and since my mother bore me you have been my God.
11 Do not be far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help.
12 Many bulls encircle me, strong bulls of Bã’shan surround me;
13 they open wide their mouths at me, like a ravening and roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within my breast;
15 my mouth is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death.
16 For dogs are all around me; a company of evildoers encircles me. My hands and feet have shriveled;
17 I can count all my bones. They stare and gloat over me;
18 they divide my clothes among themselves, and for my clothing they cast lots.
19 But you, O Lord, do not be far away! O my help, come quickly to my aid!
There is no answer
I find someplace to sit and try and recover from my hangover and cold.
|You leave the tavern, and find a lovely spot under a bridge. There's a nice, warm bed of moss, and the sun shines down on you while your head can lie in the shade. A cool stream trickles nearby. It's a perfect spot. You lay down and quickly fall asleep. The rest will likely do you good.
I'll drink some water to lessen my drunken state and prevent hangovers.
|You moan out loudly due to your hangover, and the ground itself absorbs your moan and carries it to the darkest pits of hell. A demon suddenly appears. “I have heard your moan, and see your problem. If you want, I will give you this vial of ever-purifying water. It will easily cure your hangover, and much more. The only payment I ask for this great boon, is but a trifle: your soul. All you have to do is sign this here contract in your blood.” He pulls out an extremely lengthy parchment, a quill, and a knife. “I'm afraid my time here is short, so you must choose now. Going once...” You try to read the entire contract, but there's no time. It seems to say you're agreeing to give your soul for that vial of ever-purifying water, but there's so much small print! “Going twice...” You'll have to choose now: sign or not?
I'll try to find more buyers for the bread.
|Your celerity allows you to quickly run around to all the local peasants, and through some slick fast-talk, they ignore your indecent state and buy the bread from you. You're even able to make a profit of 10 coppers for each loaf. Your speed and charm eventually sell every last loaf of bread. Good riddance; you weren't sure what you were going to do with all of that food. In total, you made 5 silver profit. Not bad, that's a 25% increase of your starting 2 gold!
Status:
Current location: Old Tavern
Health: Suffocating (roll for damage each turn, -1 for each turn suffocating)
Oxygen-deprived (-1 to physical actions)
Inventory:
Unexamined
Abilities:
Snow-Walker (Cold Immunity, Fever Immunity, damage taken in warm places without protection)
Minor Water Magic
Current location: Street in Town
Health: Excellent
Inventory:
Flower-Stem Ring of Slumber (can cause any 1 creature capable of sleep to go into a magical slumber)
Deadly Halberd (+1 to enemy dodge, -2 to damage)
Dirty hole-ridden kilt (-1 to interacting with civilized NPC's)
Abilities:
None known
Current location: Old Tavern
Health: Cut neck (exertion of the head will open this up more)
Deeply Unconscious(-3, failguard)
Inventory:
Neck bandages and brace (prevents exertion of the neck)
Abilities:
Cursed (will die if he betrays Mal)
Naked (-3 to NPC interactions)
Current location: Street in Town
Health: Hungover (-1 to mental actions)
Inventory:
Small coin pouch (2 gold, 5 silver)
Dirty loincloth(-1 to interacting with civilized NPC's)
Pretty rock
Abilities:
Has unkempt mustache
Current location: Old Tavern
Health: Excellent
Inventory:
Short Sword (-1 to damage)
Box with Mal's Amulet
Otherwise Unexamined
Abilities:
None known
Current location: Old Tavern
Health: Missing Hand (-2 to actions that usually require two hands)
Inventory:
Tablecloth bandages and tourniquet on right stump
Right hand (held)
Fancy Clothes (+1 to interacting with civilized NPC's)
Large Coin Pouch(10 gold pieces)
Traveler's backpack
Abilities:
Poison Immunity
Disease Immunity
Allies:
Little mental antibody companion (can only fight mental attacks)
Current location: Resting spot under a bridge
Health:Healing rest (-2, failguard, removes a negative health status effect each turn)
Hungover (-1 to mental actions)
Sore Throat (-1 to talking and eating hard foods)
Stuffy Nose (-3 to smelling)
Bad Headache (-2 to mental actions)
Nauseous (roll to avoid vomiting after eating)
Inventory:
Worn linen clothes
Small coin pouch (1 silver piece, 8 copper pieces)
Flint and tinder
IOU from "Chauncy"
Abilities:
None known
Current location: Old Tavern
Health: Swasted (-1 to all actions, 2 turns remaining)
Inventory:
Linen clothes
Leather belt and boots
Small coin pouch (20 copper pieces)
Cursed gold ring (precious, -3 to taking it off)
Otherwise Unexamined
Abilities:
None known
Hopefully this turn will be less error-ridden. ExKirby has between now and next turn to determine whether he accepts the demon's deal.
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