[ WP ] You are now the Imagination Wizard . But things go wrong . Way wrong .

This tower is rumored to be occupied by some errant hedge wizard, and as soon as I entered the horrors of their work are present. Talking ponies of all colors swarm around me, giggling in satanic glee. Before their razor sharp hooves can do any harm, I dismiss them into oblivion with a small gesture and a shudder. 
 
 Truly, this wizard is insane. 
 
 I continue through the fluorescent halls, in awe of the debauchery and hellish creations within. Every surface is covered with tapestries depicting lewd and vividly drawn ladies, and somehow my own powers seem stifled by the aura of this place. I follow these tapestries for an hour or so until I find large wooden doors. This must be the lair of the wizard. With a push, I open the doors to find him waiting for me. I mastered the arts of imagination years ago, but in my time I have never seen such a disheartening scene. 
 
 His beard looks disgustingly unkempt, and flows solely from his corpulent neck. Orange dust coat his fingers, obviously the by-product of some horrific eldritch magics. The waves of miasma roiling off him collide with me, and I lose focus. My mind is too muddled to work the arcane, and I look into his eyes. He smiles. 
 
 `` Its been too long since I've had visitors,'' he wheezes. 
 
 All around me the women of the tapestries come to life. They clamber down the wall towards me, and whispers of `` wizard-chan'' echo through the chamber. I ready my fists, but the onslaught is too great. I can not defend myself from the hordes of flesh. They overwhelm me. 
 
 My last sight before being torn apart is the sadistic glimmer of his eyes. 

