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Does anyone else have probs with spells that sorta work, but in a slightly unhelpful way?
For example: A dark and humid Sunday night. A jobless magician is running round in circles, chanting a homemade magic word over a sigil. Her intent? That on the following Monday, she will get a new job.
The magician circles, chanting as she goes, faster and faster until finally our heroine trips over her own feet and lands on the floor. And thus, the sigil is charged.
Sure enough, Monday arvo brings a phone call from the temp agency. A new booking! Starting the following morning! Uncanny...
Tuesday finds the great and powerful sorceress picking up litter in Hyde Park (there was a fezzie there over the weekend, y'see) for five quid an hour.
For six hours.
With two ten minute breaks.
Whilst being yelled at by two moronic bosses.
In the rain.
I mean, okay, it was a job, but...
Any input gladly welcomed. |
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