DM: “okay let’s see how pure of heart your character Arma is Pan. Can you roll this D20 for me?”
Pan: “Sure.”
The DM gives Pan the special D20 die and she rolls to see how pure of heart Arma truly is. Unfortunately Pan rolled a nat 1.
Pan: “Aww c’mon. Let me try again.
DM: “Tough luck Pan, what you see is what you get.”
But before Pan could do anything the die glowed an anonymous purple glow radiating from it. Pan felt strange as she stared at the die. She could feel herself getting more plump, heavy and furry. Horns suddenly begin to sprout on top of her head. Her voice changes as well as her tone. Her innocent mind plays with the idea of complete power. Not only were her physical form and mind were changing but her clothes too. Her modern clothes change and grow to accommodate her larger size resembling that of a bar maiden. The curves of her round glasses straighten into sharp angles.
Pan: “mmm… This feeling! This power! A woman like me deserves this power.”
The Pangolin Pan that was once so sweet and kind now resembles a twisted plump corrupt form of her character Arma. Pan/Arma looks at the DM who is shocked and terrified as she reaches down and picks up the cursed die.
DM: “P-P-Pan what happened to you? You look-“
Pan/Arma: “Like a real woman HA! Now what did you say to me? Tough luck? Well, I enjoy those odds. We can make this work.” *Sinister laughter*

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