Claim that you have not yet been motivated enough
From Create Your Own Story
"Not enough," you rasp up at the Sightmistress from the dirt. "I'm still not motivated for the trek to Forplé."
She looks at you, eyes narrowing to slits. "Not motivated? Insatiable cur," she says, incredulous. She shoves you back with the butt of her staff so she can confirm your claims – and true enough, you're still dick still stands to attention.
For several hours the Sightmistress strokes you hard and rides you to climax after climax, sucking you back to life between rounds. She doesn't stop until your balls are drained and – finally – your penis refuses to stand back up. You're too wrecked to move, and you've lost most of the day, so you retire for the night.
The next morning you return to the Gate and set out. The faces of the folk watching your departure reveal the hopes that rest on you and your quest. With a wave, you turn and face the hills. The early morning air is crisp and the rising sun paints the slopes in shades of peaceful beauty, concealing the evil that lies ahead. Setting off determinedly, you follow the path. Your quest has begun!
The path winds through slopes of wild scrubland. The countryside is deserted and the eerie silence is broken only by the cawing of the occasional crow. There is a spell for hearing what they say, but you cannot cast it here. The birds appear to pause in the air to examine you as they pass. They make you uneasy, as if you were an intruder in their presence.
Barely an hour beyond the Wall, and the air begins to grow foul. The Smutititty Hills are infested with the pestilence of the Jaklands. It saps the energy from your body, leaving you feeling nauseous and weak. Its no surprise. They warned you of this. You will grow accustomed to it the longer you are out here, but for the moment you must be very careful.
Do you:
