"It's yours, my friend." he says smiling with a hypnotic slimey gaze. He hands it to you. You hold the mask and gaze down into it's inverted hollow. It seems to beckon your face into it's leathery meatshackle embrace. You can't resist inspite of the horrid sense of darkness and malformity this thing emanates as some shrill resonance inching along your nerves with a metallic, gooey and dissonant ping. You put the mask on. A swirl of toxick hued psychedelic colors disorients you as the mask grips yours face with it's muscles. A foul odor greets you in the Portal of Garbage-Vorticity. Dagakrobar looks down grinning, shifting faceplate of the troll mask where you were previously standing and laughs a tiny chuckle.