Glacierman
Evolving Lead Gorilla
There is a lot of confusion out there as to what this thing is, and so, in an effort to dispel some of that confusion, here is the story as it was given to me:
There was once a certain villager who enjoyed a really great cigar from time to time. One day, as he was walking down the path to the next village, he passed a certain wizard, who was also smoking a cigar. The two fellows stopped to pass the time of day, for it was not often that one encountered a fellow lover of the leaf.
They enjoyed a pleasant enough conversation for some minutes, until the wind shifted just as the wizard pulled out another of his cigars and the man got a good whiff of the thing. His eyes began to water, and his lungs protested at the odor and it got worse, for the wizard lit the thing up and the man got a full blast of the stench of the cigar. He was reduced to gagging and vomiting on the ground in a paroxysm of enormous proportions. The toxic fumes from the wizard's cigar nearly killed him, but then the wind changed again and to his relief, blew the smoke away from him.
The wizard had watched the man the entire time in some puzzlement but said nothing. When the man recovered, the wizard asked him if he was alright, and the man replied that he was as long as the smoke from that noxious cigar stayed away from him.
"What? This cigar??" asked the wizard. "Surely you jest, for this is the finest of cigars. It tastes of the nectar of the gods and smells of the perfume of the goddesses."
At this, the man laughed and replied, "That thing? My good wizard, that is undoubtedly the most ghastly thing I have ever smelled and I have no desire to taste the thing. It isn't a cigar, sir. It is a skunk rocket!! It s*cks big time."
The wizard was furious and promptly cursed the man. From that day on, every cigar he touched turned into the exact same cigar the wizard had been smoking, which the wizard had called Acidus. The man was doomed!
He could not escape the foul stench of the Acidus and soon, his friends had deserted him and the entire village shunned him. In a very short time, he was at death's door, and in bitterness, cursed all who had turned on him, passing the curse of the Acidus on to them, calling it the Acidus Mortifer, the Acid of Death, and they were doomed to share his fate unless they could pass the curse on to someone else by sneakily placing an Acidus cigar into the possession of an unsuspecting victim.
And so today, the curse is still making its rounds, and has now invaded the Jungle. It is a toxic stick created by the evil Wizard Dru and bears the mystic nomen, Kubakuba, which I think is an evil spell, so I don't advise saying that word aloud. It may be dangerous to even read it, but I'm not sure. And over the centuries this terrible curse has been wreaking havoc among us, it has grown in its powers and now brings bad luck and worse with it.
The problem is, you can't just run from it. The only way you can escape the curse is to pass it on to someone else. Many families have been destroyed and friendships ended by this salient fact: you MUST pass it to someone else to be rid of the curse!
Pray you do not find it on your doorstep one day.......
[Exerpted from Magnussen, Albert. Curses and Dooms: A History of Revenge, NY: Black Arts Publishing, 1928]
I hope this helps. Unfortunately, this horrible curse has hit the jungle and is even now wreaking its havoc on unsuspecting gorillas. Keep yourself current as to it's whereabouts in the AM thread in the Cigars on the Move room.
There was once a certain villager who enjoyed a really great cigar from time to time. One day, as he was walking down the path to the next village, he passed a certain wizard, who was also smoking a cigar. The two fellows stopped to pass the time of day, for it was not often that one encountered a fellow lover of the leaf.
They enjoyed a pleasant enough conversation for some minutes, until the wind shifted just as the wizard pulled out another of his cigars and the man got a good whiff of the thing. His eyes began to water, and his lungs protested at the odor and it got worse, for the wizard lit the thing up and the man got a full blast of the stench of the cigar. He was reduced to gagging and vomiting on the ground in a paroxysm of enormous proportions. The toxic fumes from the wizard's cigar nearly killed him, but then the wind changed again and to his relief, blew the smoke away from him.
The wizard had watched the man the entire time in some puzzlement but said nothing. When the man recovered, the wizard asked him if he was alright, and the man replied that he was as long as the smoke from that noxious cigar stayed away from him.
"What? This cigar??" asked the wizard. "Surely you jest, for this is the finest of cigars. It tastes of the nectar of the gods and smells of the perfume of the goddesses."
At this, the man laughed and replied, "That thing? My good wizard, that is undoubtedly the most ghastly thing I have ever smelled and I have no desire to taste the thing. It isn't a cigar, sir. It is a skunk rocket!! It s*cks big time."
The wizard was furious and promptly cursed the man. From that day on, every cigar he touched turned into the exact same cigar the wizard had been smoking, which the wizard had called Acidus. The man was doomed!
He could not escape the foul stench of the Acidus and soon, his friends had deserted him and the entire village shunned him. In a very short time, he was at death's door, and in bitterness, cursed all who had turned on him, passing the curse of the Acidus on to them, calling it the Acidus Mortifer, the Acid of Death, and they were doomed to share his fate unless they could pass the curse on to someone else by sneakily placing an Acidus cigar into the possession of an unsuspecting victim.
And so today, the curse is still making its rounds, and has now invaded the Jungle. It is a toxic stick created by the evil Wizard Dru and bears the mystic nomen, Kubakuba, which I think is an evil spell, so I don't advise saying that word aloud. It may be dangerous to even read it, but I'm not sure. And over the centuries this terrible curse has been wreaking havoc among us, it has grown in its powers and now brings bad luck and worse with it.
The problem is, you can't just run from it. The only way you can escape the curse is to pass it on to someone else. Many families have been destroyed and friendships ended by this salient fact: you MUST pass it to someone else to be rid of the curse!
Pray you do not find it on your doorstep one day.......
[Exerpted from Magnussen, Albert. Curses and Dooms: A History of Revenge, NY: Black Arts Publishing, 1928]
I hope this helps. Unfortunately, this horrible curse has hit the jungle and is even now wreaking its havoc on unsuspecting gorillas. Keep yourself current as to it's whereabouts in the AM thread in the Cigars on the Move room.
