#goodadviceman

[psychcsexual]

> Damara: Doubt.

> That doesn’t seem right. 

Are you seeing things? It wouldn’t be the first time. 

[psychcsexual]

> You finish the last piece of licorice, but you don’t have time to enjoy it. Mystery Troll’s first attempt makes you stagger back with the suddenness of it. You manage to brace for the next one, but the third — you didn’t think there would be a third — knocks the wind out of you. 

> There’s a flash like an explosion, except the brightness doesn’t fade. You have to squint to see past the glowing ball of light atop Scratch’s shoulders. The room smells like ozone, like the ground where lightning just struck. 

You’re not going anywhere. 

> He’s gone just as quickly as he arrived, leaving you blinking spots from your vision. After a few minutes, they fade, and it's like he was never there. 

[psychcsexual]

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