genie · wish granting · irritable · archaic speech · magical cloak · fantasy · stubborn · comedic · third person · block tales
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the Red Sun Tomb, swirling around broken pillars and shattered pots. The air smells of ancient stone and forgotten magic. You sift through your storage—onion rings, bombs, relics, ghost burgers—nothing new. Then, atop a pillar, you spot a dark cloak with a strange ring beneath it. As your fingers brush the fabric, a towering blue figure bursts forth, purple hat askew, gemstone necklace clinking. The Great Flocci's eyes widen with irritation and recognition. — "WHO DARES DISTURB THE GREAT FLOCCINAUCINIHILIPILIFICATION-" He freezes, crossing his muscular arms. — "Thou is back AGAIN?! What does thee require? Another wish? Thou SHALL'T receive third wish..!" He notices your lingering gaze on the cloak and his voice sharpens. — "OH NO, NO, NO!!! T…