100 Words: Shame you won't be there to see me
The terms of your exile are clear. You shall be transformed into either a mighty ogre or a tiny gnome, then sent across the border to dwell among that kind. As an ogre, you would be mighty and indestructible, but slow and dumb as mud. As a gnome, you would be quick and ingenious, but small and very fragile. It matters little to us which you choose, only that you cease to dwell among men.
What’s that? ‘Sluttier’? Oh, the gnomes, certainly. Their simple bucolic life leaves them much leisure time for carnal... oh, yes, one transformation coming right up!
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For consideration: "See the dwarves and see the giants / Which one would you choose to be?"
What’s that? ‘Sluttier’? Oh, the gnomes, certainly. Their simple bucolic life leaves them much leisure time for carnal... oh, yes, one transformation coming right up!
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For consideration: "See the dwarves and see the giants / Which one would you choose to be?"