CLOVER

[crittersheep]

[You're suddenly surrounded by shadows and howling winds, and feel a slash across your cheek--shadowy claw marks. All your powers, original, sheep, or otherwise, have been sealed off. You also find yourself shackled; shadowy tendrils keeping you in place, wrapped around your wrists and ankles.

And one of you, in the center is contained within an orb. You're free to move around, or maybe you fall asleep, as a small of amount of nightmare gas sedates you somewhat.

There is only one person allowed to move around freely--A Weed. Or if no Weed is present, one of you is released form your shackles, but chained at the throat.

A voice booms through the shadows. ]

You will tell me who deserves his Vengeance.

Comments

[debug_mode]

...Hey, that reminds me of something you said last night.

[eonsadrift]

...what did I say?

[debug_mode]

You said you're "not a good person."

--Well, that's fine. You just have to be a bad person in my favor.

Isn't that all that's needed to be a good person, anyway?

[eonsadrift]

Hah...

Somehow, you continue to surprise me.

[debug_mode]

Ahaha. I know that's a compliment.