[Game start]
I am not such a teller of stories that I take the habit for my name, but I do love them so. Today, I would see how your story turns out, little blanks. It's a simple tale, but I trust you all to give it that special kind of twist I enjoy so much.
This is how it goes. Once upon a time, there was a bridge, and on the other side there stood a hill. The hill was thick with lush, green grass, beautiful and oh so very inviting. "How beautiful," said the blanks. "How inviting. However can we reach it?" All you must do is cross the bridge. That shouldn’t be much trouble at all, should it?
But oh, you know better than that. You should. Are you afraid of what you may find on the other side? Or of what you leave behind?