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Your track record for winning fights isn’t so hot as of late, so you decide to take the path of what you hope is the least resistance and lean against the rope handrail. Hey, you begin, my name i-<span class="mu-s">WOAHSHIT</span>
Okay, maybe leaning on the rope isn’t a good idea. As you regain your balance, your introduction is met with a derisive snort!
“How interesting! Say, let me file that interesting factoid under ‘<span class="mu-s">THINGS TO FORGET IMMEDIATELY BECAUSE I DON’T CARE!</span>”
The girl lets loose a derisive laugh that actually makes you feel kinda bad. Your name is actually <span class="mu-b">Anton Peas</span> and you have no idea where you a-
“Ah-ah-ah!” Tsks the girl as she probably wags her finger, “What did I just say about not caring? Are <span class="mu-i">all</span> of you cultists this stupid, or are you a special case?”
Wait a second, you stammer as you shake your head in growing confusion, <span class="mu-i">cult</span>? Is… did you wake up in a cult-
“That’s right, you <span class="mu-i">REALLY</span> screwed up this time, moron!” Snaps the bridge bully, “I bet you and your little <span class="mu-i">playmates</span> thought you were going to have a little fun… drink some wine, bark at the moon, summon a devil… well you didn’t summon ‘a devil’, worm!”
She pauses for a moment. If you could see her finger, you’d assume she was pointing it at you. Dramatically.
“You, my knuckledragging nincompoop, summoned the mighty <span class="mu-r">REZALITH: DEMON QUEEN AND SCOURGE OF CHAAT’TAI!</span> Look upon my form and <span class="mu-s">DESPAIR!</span>”
It’s hard to look upon her form and <span class="mu-s">DESPAIR</span> when you can barely see your hands, but based on where her eyes are you get the feeling her form isn’t very tall. You don’t tell her this, of course.
>CONTD.
