Nations of the world, rejoice!
Mismeasure, Prince of Strength, The Rock, Pantokrator II, of Man has awoken!
And to get things off on the right foot, He, as a demonstration of His infinite strength and unrivaled power, decided to rough-up a local feeble old witch for her magically powerful marble-rye bread. The exchange:
MISMEAURE: Gimme that rye!
CRONE: Stop it. Let go. Help! Someone, help!
Mismeasure wrests the rye from the old lady's grip.
MISEASURE: Shut up, you old bag!
Mismeasure races away down the street with the rye.
CRONE: (shouting after him) Thief! Stop him! Stop him, he's got my rye!
CURSE!
That's right. In spite of paying for a Luck scale, my pretender awoke, and was immediately cursed by the stupid Vengeful Witch event.
I swear to Mismeasure, I've never had worse luck in a game...it was bad enough getting the the Brigands-Have-Taken-Up-Residence-in-a-Ruin event on f-ing turn 2, and getting my only useful Crone of Avalon diseased during this past Winter, but this Receiving-A-Cursed-Pretender business takes the cake.
