As a little treat, from now (3/22) until the end of March, you can use code YIPPEE15 for 15% off of your order of anything from my Etsy shop!
Orders from this weekend (3/22 - 3/24) will be shipped out on Monday (3/25) ^^
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[processing answer...]
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(you tell the mysterious trenchcoat man that the number on your paper is 7)
(their grin falters. did the temperature just drop...? you feel colder...)
seven, you say? you're quite sure?
(you glance at the paper again and nod. you're confused. what, does this guy think you can't read?)
seven... seven, seven, seven..
(trenchcoat man starts muttering. obviously, they aren't fond of the number 7...)
no, no, that can't be right. that's no good. give me that.
(they swipe the slip of paper away from you. rude...)
(you stand awkwardly as they continue to mutter nonsense, unsure of what to do or how to comfort this obviously distressed, strange, low pay rate magician.)
(you look down at the ground, and watch as the trenchcoat man's feet tap impatiently.)
(...did the trenchcoat just move?)
(... yes. there's something moving inside the trenchcoat. you're thoroughly disturbed.)
OVER THERE! BASTARD! DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!
(you jump. trenchcoat man goes very, very pale, and they curse profusely as their eyes lock onto something behind you.)
thank you, dear, you've been a great assistance to me! though, i'm afraid i must take my leave now..
(they smile coldly, and lock their gaze onto yours. their eyes are wide, and... purple? no, they're pink. or maybe green?)
(your head hurts.)
you saw nothing tonight. understand?
(what? what does that even-)
(they turn, trenchcoat flipping behind them. and just as quick as they came, they vanish.)
(...)
(your brain feels foggy. did... what just happened? where are you-?)
(-oh, right. pizza. walking home.)
(you hear stomping footsteps, and suddenly a slew of uniformed men rush past you)
HEY!
(a large man stops in front of you. his brows are furrowed.)
sorry. did you happen to see a suspicious looking fellow around here a minute ago? tall, long trenchcoat, maybe a tophat?
(the man waves his hand around in an attempt to describe the figure he's looking for.)
(suspicious... trenchcoat? why does that sound familiar..? but you can't recall anything of the sort.)
(you shake your head.)
no? oh well. thanks anyway, sorry t'bother.
(the man runs away to catch up with the rest of the uniforms.)
(huh. strange.)
(you look down at the ground-- there's a small piece of paper underneath your shoe.
(well, you're not one to promote litter, so you pick it up.)
(there are creases, like it's recently been folded. in the center, the number 1 is printed with neat penmanship.)
(you shove the paper in your pocket. it's rather cold out. you look forlornly at the pizza shop.)
(eh, why not grab a slice for the road? you should be able to afford.... maybe one, if you're lucky. you check your wallet.)
(just enough! ah.)
(you grab a slice of pepperoni and walk home...)
(but you don't see the eyes that follow you all the way back.)
[END]
[CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE WON -$10 DOLLARS AND ONE SLIGHTLY SOGGY SLICE OF PIZZA!]
YAY PIZZA!! Me when trenchcoat 😍
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(you consent to participate in the suspicious trenchcoat man's trick, and exitedly reach your hand out to the tophat)
(you give a good shake to mix around the slips of paper, then grasp one firmly between your fingers...)
(you pull out the slip. it's carefully folded in a neat square.)
ah, yes, very good!
(the suspicious trenchcoat man's grin stretches impossibly wider. their teeth look... sharp.)
(the tophat unmagicks itself back into the trenchcoat. ...how are they doing that?)
(you shake your head. no matter making heads or tails of this guy.)
yes, yes, just fantastic! now, if you please, just unfold that paper and read me the number...
(the trenchcoat man brings their hands together, clasped firmly. you notice their fingers twitch, almost irritably.)
(you unfold the paper. there's a number printed carefully in the center, to absolutely no one's surprise. the penmanship is neat.)
(what is the number written on the paper?)
[type number here...]
7
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You wander the streets
And see a short purple skinned demon male walking to you, his black ram horns, heart shaped tail tip and icy blue eyes are what stands out for you.
He looks you up and down.
He gives a hmmm as you suddenly notice the dark purple freckles littering his face.
Out of his pockets he pulls out a card, his fangs exposed as he hands it to you.
It’s a business card
‘Steve Raglan: Career Counselor’ with an address to his office
Take it
Yes or No
What the heck nahhhhhh nooooooo
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(you walk past the local pizza place on your way home. man, if only you could afford pizza..)
(suddenly, the troupe gramarye theme starts to play out of nowhere. it's coming from... the sky?)
(poof of smoke)
(a mysterious figure adorned in a mysteriously mysterious trenchcoat pops into existence in front of you)
good patron! you there!
(they point objectionally at you)
pick a number, would you please? any number will do just fine, no worries, just step up and take one outta this tophot riiiight-
(they magick a tophat from their egregiously long trench coat)
-here! no hijinks, shenanigans, or otherwise, i promsie! just a number!
(they wiggle the tophat out a little with a sly grin. their teeth are suspiciously shiny...)
(looking down at the hat, you can see a bunch of small paper slips rustling around inside. will you take one?)
[yes] [no]
UHHH YEAH OF COURSE
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