Ground Zero
Within the hour, panic begins to set in. You pace about on all fours in your living room with your eyes glued to the television. It seems that the shards of the jewel have begun to strike the ground. The magic of the amulet slowly spreads outward from the crash sites, transforming anyone who is caught into a taur of some sort. According to the news, most people are converted into taurs of large mammals, lions, tigers, bears, cows, horses, and the like. Unfortunately it seems the the magic is rather indiscriminate, and the species and gender of the new taur is seemingly completely random.
"Well crap..." you say. "Well at least I'm not the only one that's suddenly a different gender and walking on four legs..."
What next?
Written by LorikFurdin on 06 June 2008