1 |
Every muscle you’ve got tenses like the onset of dengue
fever. Teeth grind like continents. Your body feels as though it’s
tearing itself apart, could tear apart the world. You automatically
succeed at the next feat of strength you attempt if it’s vaguely within
the realm of human achievement. |
2 |
The crown of your skull feels as though it’s blossoming
to the universe. Impossible ideas-like-bees buzz about and dance across
the folds of your brain. While under the drug’s effects you cast spells
as though you’re a higher level. If you can’t cast spells you gain the
ability to cast a random spell. |
3 |
Your irises bleed through with golden light. Perfect
satisfaction seems just within reach. Things of monetary value begin to
glow in your vision, even through chests and walls, while cheap things
appear offensively ugly. |
4 |
Lightning jolts rush up and down your fingers and every
nerve. Every second stretches like chewed taffy. There is no movement
so precise that you may not now perform it. |
5 |
Easy, leaden numbness settles in your flesh. You become
a stoic mountain, able to endure anything with inert amusement. You
suffer no penalties, for pain, hunger, sleep deprivation, etc., while
under the drug’s influence. |
6 |
Veins throb and nerves burst with sensational sparks.
Anything that feels good feels ten times better. Anything that feels bad
kind of feels good at the same time. You gain the energy and the urge
(though not the friction-resistance) to fuck for days. |
7 |
Awareness falls away. The end of your body and the end
of the earth become coterminous, simultaneous. For a slice of a
heartbeat, eternity is you. When you come back to, you’ve beheld one
piece of information, not necessarily one you knew you wanted, but one
that will turn out to be useful. |
8 |
Parallel possibilities flow flood-like fast in your
mind’s eye. Countless deadly decisions are made, appreciated with
phantasmic sadomasochism. While on the drug you’re primed to detect
dangers that you’d have no way of knowing about sober. Ambushes, hidden
traps, cursed objects, and the like are felt in imagined fatalities
before they can catch your real self. |
9 |
Tendons twitch in time to staccato celestial music,
always building up to but never reaching an apocalyptic crescendo. You
can move with blinding, clumsy speed. The first time you die on the drug
you rush back to screaming life. |
10 |
Your world creases into itself like solipsistic
origami. Sight becomes introspection, your self reflected back and forth
across a million facets. No outside influence can touch your mind while
you’re affected, not magic, or psychic blasts, or mundane intimidation. |
11 |
You feel like time-lapse forest soil. Roots and worms
and hyphae wiggle down through your bones. All that you are dies, is
born again in countless refreshing cycles. You gain a lingering
regenerative ability while under its influence. |
12 |
Sweat beads cool and dew-like, pores shudder, moan
faintly across your skin. An intense body-high like being flayed without
the pain, or melting into the air. You gain a touch attack that (1d6:
1, burns/ignites; 2, corrodes; 3, puts to sleep; 4, paralyzes; 5,
tickles to incapacitation; 6, petrifies) for the rest of the trip. Touch
attack affects everything organic you come into contact with. |
13 |
Spit, phlegm, and spew dribble from your mouth like an
oozing cornucopia. Theirs and everything else’s taste becomes
distractingly intense yet with fulsome bands of nuance. Your stomach
clenches itself into a crucible. Some crumbs and muddy water could
sustain you as a day’s rations, and potions (and poisons) can take full
effect with only a sip. |
14 |
Angles and edges begin to lean at contradictory
perspectives. Your sensory homunculus roils with swelling gout, making
the backs of your knees or wherever else feel as big and important as
your fingertips. While on the drug you become (1d4: 1, larger; 2,
smaller; 3, elastic; 4, harmlessly inside-out). |
15 |
Reality and imagination blur at the edges. You interact
with illusions as though they’re real, and with an exertion of will can
treat a real thing as though it were an illusion. |
16 |
Thinking and memory become like carving stone where
before it was grasping vapour. Recall is perfect, learning is rapid,
baroque schemes can be crafted and held in the mind. |
17 |
Body and mind crack cathartically. Limiting beliefs
seem to shatter. So do your bones. They push up through your skin,
making armour and barbed weapons, sinking back and reassembling when the
dose wears off. |
18 |
You are oil floating immiscible on the stream of time.
Tragedy becomes comedy with this newfound perspective. Even after the
drug wears off, your lifespan has been extended. |
19 |
Flaws melt away, features mold to primordial ratios,
bliss sweetens the space behind your eyes. You become beautiful to
everything, able to charm with the right pose and words. |
20 |
Your blood feels as though it’s champagne-bubbling.
Everything is buoyant, buoyed by everything else, troubles lie massless
on your shoulders. You can carry much more without being encumbered,
fall too slow to be hurt, and leap wuxia distances. |