I have been captured and lead to the edge of the abyss where my gaze was forceably made to peer over the precipice. As i was held there, made to stare into the vortex a fiery vision of Cassandra came forth, the wondrous visage of whom threatened to rip my very soul to shreds. I struggled to escape, but my captor held me firmly in place until i could discern the fated number. Until finally a thunderous roar issued forth from deep within the stormy chasm, deafening my violent screams with the number "9". Knowing i had been cursed for all eternity, my captor left me there wallowing in a pool of my own various bodily fluids expended during the harrowing experience.
If you so choose to call on the name of
Cassandra, be warned, she may not have an active pm dare list. I am burdened with the curse to fulfill double whatever punishment you recieve for doing so and to accept whatever punishment from you for sending you down that path.