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I approached the... figure I saw. The strange man shaped thing, snugly fit in a skin tight outfit of some kind. Of which I could only see his exposed grey hands. He was covered in wrappings tied tightly around his body, flowing in the wind around him. They were marked by purplish patterns of eyes.
He was ranting.
[IGMAN] "Time. Time is not how we think. The slowed that came to a crawl. The feet firmly planted. Neither is energy. Herald of extinction above. Pejoration breeds hate."
Uh...?
[IGMAN] "...How do these ancients shut their eyes? How does one fail to see? Unravel the force, you end eternity."
'Ex... Excuse me?' I said softly.
I shuddered as the thing snapped his head towards me. His body was contorted in unnatural ways. He twisted his limbs around, and I could hear them creaking with every way he moved.
[IGMAN] "What so easily can be grasped. What hides in plain sight. What will destroy you."
The thing before me pointed at... me.
'Destroy me...?'
[IGMAN] "You will be destroyed. Undone. Unmade utterly by it. Because you can't grasp it. But I can find the secret. I can find every secret.."
'...You are Igman, the God of Secrets, are you not?'
[IGMAN] "Secrets are many. I cannot know them, for it would not be a secret then. But I can show one how to uncover them. That is all the God of Secrets can do. That is the way. I am guided by the higher will. I come and I go."
'You've come to show me a secret then, is it?'
[IGMAN] "You can only find one. I will only open one the way to one. The lead is the carrot on the string. Grab it, but be fast. The pole dangler moves with the flow, they will prevent you from grabbing it. Strike the ground with your feet and see."
[IGMAN] "Introspect yourself upon the riddles of Time. Fortune.... Energy... Pejoration."
(Igman's patience: 1 question.)
>What will I ask the Woldorian God of Secrets?
• "Tell me the secret of Time."
• "Tell me the secret of Fortune."
• "Tell me the secret of Energy."
• "Tell me the secret of Pejoration."
• Write in.
