Greetings! The following is part of an interactive fiction project we’re running on Meh for April Fools Day. Feel free to join in, or, if you’re just shopping, ignore all this and scroll down to the features.
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There, hanging from the corner of a table next his yurt, you see it, or what must be it: an enormous silver pendant carved to look like an eye, Iirkë’s eye.
As the old man continues to rant, you slowly inch your way towards the table. Only when you have slipped the talisman into your pocket do you realize he’s stopped speaking. You hear him issue a strange whistle, and when you turn back there are three enormous wasps hovering in the air behind him.
