When wandering an ancient ruin (as one does), you stumble upon a dusty pile of cobweb-laden relics. Within the mound, a glimmer catches your eye, and curiosity gets the better of you.
Before you think better of it, you pull out a tarnished old oil lamp. Upon moving your hand across its surface to brush away the dust, you are shocked to see a sparkling cloud emerge from the vessel's confines, rising and molding itself into the shape of a beautiful (and surprisingly buff) genie.
"Greetings, master," the woman speaks, her voice reverberating through the ruin's halls like an entire chorus. "Long have I waited for my next charge. Too long. Now that you have finally come, I have but enough power to grant you one wish. All I ask is that you please not put me back in that dirty old pile again. Spiders are far from the most entertaining company."
One wish, you think. What should it be...?
Before you think better of it, you pull out a tarnished old oil lamp. Upon moving your hand across its surface to brush away the dust, you are shocked to see a sparkling cloud emerge from the vessel's confines, rising and molding itself into the shape of a beautiful (and surprisingly buff) genie.
"Greetings, master," the woman speaks, her voice reverberating through the ruin's halls like an entire chorus. "Long have I waited for my next charge. Too long. Now that you have finally come, I have but enough power to grant you one wish. All I ask is that you please not put me back in that dirty old pile again. Spiders are far from the most entertaining company."
One wish, you think. What should it be...?