You woke up and saw before you a scorched wasteland, and concluded, perhaps correctly, that it was Sametri Samuvotich's erstwhile potato farm. Who can cinnamon? It was eerily silent, but compelled by narrative forces, you resisted your dread, rationalising that a few rotten potatoes couldn't harm you any longer.
And then you didn't.
With distaste for the slime coating one crushed potato you dropped it on the ground, where it rolled away with a revolting squelch. This wasn't a potato! This was an omelette! What horrible culinary crimes had been committed at the pogost?
Actually, someone helpfully pointed out it wasn't a crab omelette, it was a Japanese delicacy known when alive as
Mithril, who made a fine
Tenshinhan, Town-aligned Escort.
Depicted: Tenshinhan
Even more revolted, you decided to make a quick escape, accidentally tripping over yet another lump of potato in the process. Just how many potatoes did one need for a dowry anyway? You couldn't immediately identify the potato, it having been not only trampled but already kicked, beaten, and punched into a bruised mash, but eventually with sorrow realised it was
rssp1, who was
Bulma, Town-aligned Reiver.
Swearing revenge on the freedom fry industry forever, you clenched your fist and turned away. And then, as you all gathered to argue over the correct way to cook a potato, you saw a more appetising specimen. Better yet, it had already been cooked to a well-beyond-acceptable temperature by... a microwave? No, it couldn't have been a microwave. Well, something similar cooked rogue KGB fiend
LightWolf, who was
Babidi, Mafia-aligned Transporter.
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