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<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">Is this rape?</span></span> Adelyle asks with flashing teeth, ready to go medieval on the boomer's ass.
<span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-i">Always with the dramaaa!</span></span> you get an intense urge to gesticulate with hands. <span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-i">Alright, buddy, thanks for the massage but I hold several lifetimes of experience more than you, so scram, k?</span></span> hearing your 'k' the boomer backs off, not wanting to donate his 401k to the government before he gets the chance to spend it.
The noble young knight, impressed with your mature handle of the boomer situation, now wants to invite you to a festive religious gathering in a monastery in the mountains near by. His medic teammate is still rubbing her dice-bounce head collision area. As the freeloader you are, you enthusiastically agree and start covering ground while the sun is still up.
Half way across the mountainous road you encounter a vicious creature guarding the road, a wild goose!
Untamed! It starts to hiss! Just as geese do.
Unrelenting! Now it spreads its wings, while hissing! Just as geese do.
Ferocious! It craves to curb stomp someone's head to a bloody pulp! Just as geese do.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">I can sense no end to the terrifying presence emanating from this beast! What are we going to do!?</span></span> Adelyle hurls herself instinctively in front of you, guarding you.
<span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-i">I know these types of creatures and there is only one thing that we can do in order to satisfy them. We must pay the blood tax.</span></span>
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">The blood tax?</span></span> Aids is starting to piss you off, especially when she asks two questions under a minute.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">... a blood tax?</span></span> the noble young knight intervenes helpfully in the conversation.
<span class="mu-i">...blood tax... </span> you hear someone in the back.
<span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-i">Yes, blood tax, Jesus!</span></span>
Your companions have successfully irritated you and you decide to make this quick:
>pay the blood tax by giving the noble young knight to the goose. The creature curb stops his head viciously to a bloody pulp
>pay the blood tax by giving Adelyle's intact hymen to the goose. Geese are notorious virgin blood connoisseurs?
>"take care" of the bird yourself
