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Itchy Brain (Sabertooth IQ Drain TfTg sequence):
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So. You’re a little egotistical. A nightmare to be around with taking all of the credit for every mission and even semblance of difficulty. But of course you do! YOU DID ALL OF THE WORK! You can be anyone's class nearly and be better at it than them too! Why would you even need others? Cleric? Just heal yourself idiot. Need an archer, Then pick up your string and stick and get to working.

Class swapping runes were your specialty, and usually you inspected every piece of equipment you found to avoid Cursed objects, but you know swapping rune spells like the back of your hand, you’d know if it was a cursed book. So when you found a Beast Tamer class swapping spell book you knew to keep that thing in your giant inventory at the ready. You’d learn it properly after 5 uses of the spell so you just decided to learn it over time in case you found another, that way you could sell both books instead of using one up fully after the 5 uses to learn it.

Little did your egotistical mind know, was that your perfection did in fact grab a cursed book. Spell books were some of the worse effects as well, major setbacks plus some not too pleasant add on effects usually.
So when you casted the spell to prepare for your next solo mission, you felt the effects rack against your mind and soul itself.

Every spell you knew suddenly at a whims notice as forgettable as the last few footsteps you’d taken. Stomped out of the library that was your mind, your ability to change back muted to nothing. This wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t also start feeling the after effects of the spell.

“Character customization randomising”

Every inkling of who you were started to get overwritten by someone you didn’t even know. A giant, brutish idiot of a saber tooth Tiger named Deborah… She wasn’t you.. But you were CERTAINLY her… Every inch of you was her, every fiber of your being was forced into believing it so.

Any thoughts you tried to pull together were handled by the big idiot as she took over.

Incantations, spells, fail safes with demons, with angels. Everything you’ve collected going into your new small brain and fizzling out to a new itch in her fat butt to scratch away to useless side discomforts.
It wasn’t until full assimilation did you smell the air and smell the imbalance of scents.. They were moving… They smelled red.. Meaty..
There’s a man nearby… Deborah’s first beast to tame~