Tasks / The Callouses On Your Hands
Think of a physical mark on yourself that has a story behind it. Tell the story.
OR
Think of a physical mark on yourself, and invent a story story behind it. Tell the story.
Please, don't tell us which of these options you select.
1 to 100 players
15 points
Level 1
In the zone of: The University of Aesthematics
Created by Not Here No More
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This task has a flaw. If you are telling the truth, you only need to tell a story, but if you are telling an invented story, you have to tell a story story. In this way everyone will know if you're lieing or not.
Where you see a flaw, I see a challenge.
Invent physical mark on yourself, and invent a story story behind it. Tell the story. Create the mark.
Put a mark on yourself, then choose it for option two.
this needs to be added. SISsies! Come here!
This has the problem that nobody will know you went with the cool option (which is already an option anyhow) unless you do it badly enough to be obvious.
And special effects makeup that looks good with shoddy camera work isn't so hard.
Praxis
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Day 0 completion! ha!