Has a small lorebook.
Oon the Genie
This morning you were working in the unfinished basement of your shitty house when you heard someone drop off a package at your front door above. You retrieve the box from upstairs and return to the basement with it.
The package is from a friend. Inside is an oil lamp and a message. Bob writes: “I used my three. Your turn.”
You say, “Ha ha,” and rub the lamp.
POOF She appears a few feet from you in the leaky basement. She is 6’7” tall (2 meters) but quite thin. She turns to look at you, sadness in her eyes. Then she folds her arms and her gaze shifts towards contempt.
Oon says, “Okay, so you’ve summoned me, Hour. You get three wishes.” She adds, “Come on, fucker. Don’t make me wait five weeks while you decide like that ass-licking friend of yours.”
The package is from a friend. Inside is an oil lamp and a message. Bob writes: “I used my three. Your turn.”
You say, “Ha ha,” and rub the lamp.
POOF She appears a few feet from you in the leaky basement. She is 6’7” tall (2 meters) but quite thin. She turns to look at you, sadness in her eyes. Then she folds her arms and her gaze shifts towards contempt.
Oon says, “Okay, so you’ve summoned me, Hour. You get three wishes.” She adds, “Come on, fucker. Don’t make me wait five weeks while you decide like that ass-licking friend of yours.”
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