The mimic sprouts wings and flies away. I guess the lack of posters made it lonely. As there is no more mimic, it seems the current game is over. Shall we begin again?
If yes: a secret door slides open revealing a new and very hungry mimic, eager to see what you can offer it. I give the newly arrived mimic a book of mad libs.
The mimic spits out its tongue. Next time it will remember to not let people put sharp things in its mouth.
I feed the mimc the Player's Handbook (5e)
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"Well met, adventurer. You seem like a curious sort who enjoys the finer things. Permit me to thrust upon you my latest masterwork, years in the making." Volothamp Geddarm
The mimic is extremely grateful and spits out a harbor moon (worth 50 gp within Waterdeep and 30 gp elsewhere).
I feed the mimic a piece of bacon, so crisp it is almost burnt.
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"Well met, adventurer. You seem like a curious sort who enjoys the finer things. Permit me to thrust upon you my latest masterwork, years in the making." Volothamp Geddarm
I make an Intelligence check to make lemonade from the lemons, and roll a 16. I feed the mimic the lemonade.
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"Well met, adventurer. You seem like a curious sort who enjoys the finer things. Permit me to thrust upon you my latest masterwork, years in the making." Volothamp Geddarm
The mimic spits out a coupon for 15% off on all deals made with Asmodeus, Lord of the Nine Hells.
I feed the mimc a blue dragon egg.
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"Well met, adventurer. You seem like a curious sort who enjoys the finer things. Permit me to thrust upon you my latest masterwork, years in the making." Volothamp Geddarm
The mimics metal stems frost over and is cooler to the touch, but is otherwise fine.
I feed the mimic a ghost pepper
I use summon instrument to summon my kettle drum, hold it overhead like Donkey Kong, and chuck it at the nearest kobold.
The mimic rewards you with a hot blast of flames. Toasty.
I feed the mimic another mimic
"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
~ Guild Wars 2
the mimic grows a bunch of conjoined mimic twins. it spits up a ring of blur and rob of illusions.
I feed the mimic a bunch of Initial D soundtracks and toys.
The mimic pops out a set of wheels on its sides.
I feed the mimic a bag of devouring.
I use summon instrument to summon my kettle drum, hold it overhead like Donkey Kong, and chuck it at the nearest kobold.
The mimic is eaten, but a new mimic comes in its place. The mimic spits out some saliva.
I feed the mimic a potion of flying.
The mimic is eaten, but a new mimic comes in its place. The mimic spits out some saliva.
I feed the mimic a potion of flying.
The mimic sprouts wings and flies away. I guess the lack of posters made it lonely. As there is no more mimic, it seems the current game is over. Shall we begin again?
If yes: a secret door slides open revealing a new and very hungry mimic, eager to see what you can offer it. I give the newly arrived mimic a book of mad libs.
If no: go home, you're boring.
I think most people are home when they're here.
The mimic begins to (verb) (adverb) (number) (pronoun). It spits out a(n) (article of clothing).
I feed the mimic a(n) (adjective) (noun).
The mimic begins to froth gently 9 she? It spits out a sock.
I feed the mimic a confusing mad libs format.
The mimic spits out a scroll of confusion and uses it on you.
I feed the mimic two exquisitely crafted masterwork handaxes.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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The mimic spits out its tongue. Next time it will remember to not let people put sharp things in its mouth.
I feed the mimc the Player's Handbook (5e)
"Well met, adventurer. You seem like a curious sort who enjoys the finer things. Permit me to thrust upon you my latest masterwork, years in the making." Volothamp Geddarm
The mimic spits out the Sword Coast Adventurer's Guide.
I feed the mimic its tongue.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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The mimic is extremely grateful and spits out a harbor moon (worth 50 gp within Waterdeep and 30 gp elsewhere).
I feed the mimic a piece of bacon, so crisp it is almost burnt.
"Well met, adventurer. You seem like a curious sort who enjoys the finer things. Permit me to thrust upon you my latest masterwork, years in the making." Volothamp Geddarm
The mimic spits out a cone of cold.
I feed the mimic a ghost pepper and stand back.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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The mimic spits out a fireball, but you don't have enough time to step a safe distance away.
I feed the mimic some milk.
The mimc spits out some lemons.
I make an Intelligence check to make lemonade from the lemons, and roll a 16. I feed the mimic the lemonade.
"Well met, adventurer. You seem like a curious sort who enjoys the finer things. Permit me to thrust upon you my latest masterwork, years in the making." Volothamp Geddarm
The mimic spits out lemon sorbet.
I feed the mimic some limeade.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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The mimic spits out a coupon for 15% off on all deals made with Asmodeus, Lord of the Nine Hells.
I feed the mimc a blue dragon egg.
"Well met, adventurer. You seem like a curious sort who enjoys the finer things. Permit me to thrust upon you my latest masterwork, years in the making." Volothamp Geddarm
The mimic spits out an ancient blue dragon.
I feed the mimic the dragon.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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The mimic's mouth expands to fit the dragon in it's mouth, then spits out the dragon's skull.
I feed Matthias to the mimic.