"Never have I ever..."
"Eaten at this place."
Zak didn't put up fuss this time, it'd be best to just get it over with. Maybe if he didn't mull over it, he wouldn't get something bad. The potion he got looked rather thick, like a syrup, and it didn't look like it'd do him any harm. The smell though...
Little did he know he was absolutely wrong. "Ooooooooo... Gods below, ooooooooooo," he groaned, holding his head with his cloudy wings. "I am... loathing this game more and ngghhhhh... more..."Drinking this syrupy elixir grants a massive headache. It has a heady smell.
Horizon, also, didn't piss and moan about how bad the game treated them. He popped a potion, which went down like chugging a bottle of olive oil, and waited for the effects.
This oily liquid gives the drinker an arm turned into a snake.
"Pah, that tastes terrible. I think that was just oil," Horizon smacked his lips, shaking slightly.
Horizon blinked, looking back at the others. "Did someone leave a stove on?"
"We might have a gas leak or somethi--" It was surprising that anyone could have avoided looking at their own arm for so long, and when Horizon finally did, he jumped a little. "Oh, huh, that's... wow. That is not natural."
"Don't you give me that sass," Horizon huffed.
The snake arm rolled its eyes.