Try to use the Cloak's power

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As you concentrate as hard as you can on the Ogre, imagining him becoming some sort of terrible she-ogre, the increase in your blood pressure dislodges a small blood clot in your left cheek.
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You concentrate as hard as you can on the ogre, imagining him becoming some sort of terrible she-ogre.  To your surprise, the cloak wraps itself around you, as if it's attempting to smother you.  You struggle with the clinging material until it unwraps and is once more just a cloak.
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As the clot innocuously makes its way toward your brain you can notice no effect on the OgreYou try the old fashioned Knightmare method of using magic:
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But then you see what the Cloak has doneA pair of pert breasts are stretching out the front of your shirt.  The ogre laughs heartily at your obvious dismay.
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'Spellcasting! G-E-N-D-E-R  T-R-A-N-S-M-O-G-N-I-F-I-....'
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*[[Try to get the Cloak to reverse your transformation]]
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You realise too late that you have made a mistake.  There is a flash and you feel weak and emotional almost like a woman!
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*[[Tell the ogre to stop laughing]]
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*[[Check what you've got in your pants]]
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Looking down you see the saggiest pair of breasts in the history of the world, nipples resting on your fat form.
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[[Category:The Quest For Treguard’s Treasure]]
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At this point the clot lodges in your medulla oblongata, control centre of your heart and lungs.  Feeling short of breath you notice a small amount of blood beginning to show through your crotch.... You are on the blob!
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You fall to the ground and die moments later as a fat ugly bleeding woman.
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You are humiliated.... And dead.
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Current revision as of 17:32, 13 April 2007

You concentrate as hard as you can on the ogre, imagining him becoming some sort of terrible she-ogre. To your surprise, the cloak wraps itself around you, as if it's attempting to smother you. You struggle with the clinging material until it unwraps and is once more just a cloak.

But then you see what the Cloak has done. A pair of pert breasts are stretching out the front of your shirt. The ogre laughs heartily at your obvious dismay.

Do you:

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