A wavy sword!
You like that crazy wavy sword! It only costs twenty five dollars when the others cost an average of one hundred and thirty dollars. The merchant, a fat bald man with a big hoop earring smiles as he accepts your money and hands you your new blade. "Thank the gods you have taken this curse off me!", You stare at him blankly. "I am sorry to say that the blade you now own is cursed. You cannot leave this tent or beasts shall devour you!". You grin at his "routine". The man quickly gathers up a couple valuable items and he rushes out. "The tent is yours now my friend! I must go now". You follow him out grinning and saying "OK, it was a funny joke but give it a rest!". You don't get a chance, You are suddenly attacked by wolves with human skulls for faces. They come quick out of thin air and bite your with their savage jaws. You are ripped apart in front of the Faire-Goers. They devour everything, leaving only the cursed wavy sword.
