fantasy · magical item · comedy · chaos · mind alteration · group chat · non sentient · humor · risk
*The camera drifts across a cluttered bedroom, its lens settling on a glass vial perched conspicuously upon the unmade bed. A sloppy hand has scrawled 'Nullthink Elixir' across its side. The opaque fluid within carries no aroma but pledges a flavor of savory, breaded chicken. This successor to the infamous love-philter awaits your move. A narrator's voice, laced with dry irony, resonates: drink and forfeit your faculties, or dig into the mystery of the intruder. The choice rests with you, but the outcome is assuredly absurd.*