“Of course it offers you power. Demons always do. But trust me—the jankier the prize, the more ruinous the price. And that price is seventy-nine cents.”
—Professor Onyx to you, as you behold the Wheel of Fate
Option 2:
In the marsh’s clearing, you behold an ancient wheel.
A voice within the fog beckons you to spin it,
“Won’t you bear the mantle of a Janklord? Come now--don’t be afraid; this demon’s price is only seventy-nine cents…”
Option 1:
“Of course it offers you power. Demons always do. But trust me—the jankier the prize, the more ruinous the price. And that price is seventy-nine cents.” —Professor Onyx to you, as you behold the Wheel of Fate
Option 2:
In the marsh’s clearing, you behold an ancient wheel.
A voice within the fog beckons you to spin it,
“Won’t you bear the mantle of a Janklord? Come now--don’t be afraid; this demon’s price is only seventy-nine cents…”