Vision of Stars

Everything closer than the moon is invisible to you. That includes the ground, the atmosphere, and your own eyelids. You are basically blind, except you can always see the stars, no mater where you turn, and you’re always in danger of burning your eyes out on the sun if you accidentally look that way in your sleep.

The Alcoholic’s Nightmare

Your body processes alcohol near instantly. You are completely incapable of getting drunk because you sober up in the blink of an eye. If you drink too much, you will instantly get a hangover. The hangover lasts at least as long as usual.

Designation Null

You have no name. Any records, written, digital, or recorded in memory, of any and all of your previous names are now gone. No one will be able to think about you in the context of any name, designation, or title. No one will be able to write or talk about you with anything else than direct descriptions, and even those do not stick. You will not be able to think of yourself as ‘me’. You will likely go insane.

(From The Wizard of Lanata, there in temporary form.)

The Liar’s Brand

For the rest of your life, no one will believe a word you say, and definitely not a word you want them to believe. Tell them you need shelter, they’ll assume you’re there to steal and slam their doors in your face. Try to trick it, and say you don’t, they’ll beleve your words. Tell them the sky is blue, air is breathable, and the typical human has two arms, they’ll assume you’re trying to trick them. There is no longer a single safe space for you in this world.

(From The Scouring.)

The Ultimate Earworm

There is a song stuck in your head. It sounds like it should be easy to sing, but you can never get it even remotely right. It’s catchy, kind of, but mostly it’s just really weird, and really stuck. It doesn’t seem to fit any kind of mood, always sounding like the exact opposite. It’s sad and grating on happy days, and upbeat and quick on sad ones, and it is. always. there.

You think you will get used to it. Eventually. It has been twenty years. Soon, soon you will get used to it.

There is a song stuck in your head.

Birdskin

As far as people know, you’re a bird. You’re not a bird. You’re exactly the same sapient creature you’ve always been, but people think you’re a bird. All they hear when you speak is tweeting. All they see when you write is literal chicken scratches. Your landlord chases you out of your house with a broom and gives it to someone else, furniture and belongings included. Birds don’t need furniture.

The Medusa

You are turned into stone. You can still see, hear, feel and think, but you cannot move, and people will assume you’re a fancy statue. Unless you break a lot, you will be here for a long, long time.

The Reverse Medusa

The reverse Medusa turns rocks into people. Every rock you look at turns into a person. Most of them are very confused. Some of them are angry. They’re angry with you.

Friendlessness

People dislike you. They don’t know why, it’s just instinctual. You get ugly looks on the street. People take their children and walk the other way. Dogs growl, babies cry, the waitress always gets your table last. You can’t ever seem to get any friends. Even your therapist doesn’t really want to help you.

The Embarassment

Literally every time you spot someone you’re attracted to, you stumble and fall on your face. Every time. Dating must happen sitting, or blindfolded.