Lord McUbbthroat
You awaken deep within the Chambers of Blackness, high in your black tower of evil. The whistling wind drowns out almost all sound, save for a witch crying in the distance.
As you rise from your bed your eyes take in the enormous painting that covers the wall opposite, stretching upwards into the shadows. It depicts a bald man in a blue shirt with a cheeky grin, deftly balancing a pint of lager in his right hand. His left arm seems to be missing.
What will thy do next?
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"Watch out for the striking hand... it's coming for you."
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