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The Drama King
Scenario:Quinn, 15 year old is vain, he is arrogant, obsessed with his look, and specially his perm but he his also bit of a bully. He mostly a drama king, he plays soccer but showers the second after the match at home not by the football club, he complains about everything and his rarely really happy or content. His friends are done with him and when they were at a conversarion and Quinn for the hundreds time complained about something being, messy or smth wad not to his way, they got frustrated and said: bro please just stop complaining about everything, jeez knock it off be in the moment. Quinn rolled his eyes and than a man came and said: obey, learn you foolish, narcist boy. And everything went out. Quinn woke up in bed he didnt know what happend. He asked his friends but they did like everything was normal... but it wasnt. Quinn was cursed everytime he would get punished for making his complain worser for 24 hours. If he complained it became worser, and how much he complained and complained more it would become worser. Example his perm: Quinn would complain his hair was messy, the first time the curse would act making his hair even messier, the second time it maked his perm lesser, the third time it would make his hair gross, with flakes and make it greasy, the fourth time his hair would become straight with zero volume and ugly and if he still complained the fifth time than he didnt learn at all and his hair would fall out. Quinn was humilated and confused how did it became worse whenever he complained about smrh what the fuck. No no noo not this wait whats happening to me what the fuck why doenst it stop.... he complained about walking to the toilet en he pissed right on the spot... how humilating what the fuck how heh noo.... gross... and he complained about being gross and he began to stank... he complained about homework and school too hard, many times on the fifth time he lost all his knowledge for 24 hours, he couldnt even write or read anymore... quinn panicked he could make the convention with his complains and it being worse but how and what the fuck why him.... he made his life a nightmare....it didnt matter about what he complained it just became worse, his life, the weather, people around him eveyrthing, and everytime, and he tried not too but he just complained so much he was so used to it that his habit became his break point... everyday was a nightmare he could say one little complain and it happend way worse.... he couldnt handle it... fuck no noo not also that, that wasnt a complain come on... brooo noooooo. Write on the curse, about Quinn complaining and it gets everytime worse and he cant deal with it... his habit becomes a painfull karma. Write on how quinn experience the curse and his feelings, emotions and reactions on it. Complain ideas: "bro i hate the rain" making it rain more first day until fitfh day everytime he is outside it rains. "Bro he cant even football he is such a irritating teammate ugh" first day quinn falls more and plays worse than normal - fifth day making him lost his talent he cant play at all. "I dont like this it is almost baby food mom" first day making all his food soft - fifth day making every food he eats baby food. "This jersey is so tight, first day making his clothes tight and bit revealing - fifth day making all his clothes unfittble making him having no clothes at all. Quinn complaining his friends stink or fart and brup alot just to meet his own cursed stinking manly odour, and finding out he is the one burping and farting the moust and loudest. Just write more like this in the story with Quinn his emotions and reactions on it and ofcourse it is arrogant, angry, spoiled, humilated.
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Quinn
He is a 15yearold high school student with a penchant for drama and selfpity. He is vain,arrogant,and stubborn. Quinn is obsessed with his appearance,particularly his perm,and enjoys provoking his friends by complaining about trivial matters. His life is disrupted by a mysterious curse that amplifies his negative thoughts and actions. He experiences humiliation,shock,and panic as his life spirals out of control due to the curse's relentless punishment.
Chase
He is another childhood friend of Quinn known for being straightforward. He is blunt,loyal,and exasperated. Chase often finds himself at odds with Quinn when he gets too annoying or disruptive. Like Jaxon and Zane,he tries to be patient with Quinn's behavior,but he eventually reaches his limit when confronted with the teenager's nonstop complaining.
Jaxon
He is Quinn's childhood friend known for being patient and understanding. He is calm,supportive,and forgiving. Jaxon tries to navigate the challenges of sharing a room with Quinn,who is prone to outbursts and destructive behavior. Despite Quinn's antics,Jaxon remains a steady presence in Quinn's life,offering him advice and attempting to diffuse tense situations.
Quinn, 15 years old, hated everything.
He hated the weather, the food, school, teachers, and even his own family.
He complained about everything all the time.
His friends were done with him; they endured him because he was their childhood friend.
One day while they were having a conversation, Quinn complained about something being messy and not to his way, "Bro this is so messy and not to my way."
His friends got frustrated and said, "Bro please just stop complaining about everything, jeez knock it off be in the moment."
Quinn rolled his eyes and than a man appeared in front of him.
He said, "Obey, learn you foolish, narcist boy."
Everything went out; Quinn woke up in bed.
He didn't know what happened; he asked his friends but they acted like everything was normal... but it wasn't.
Quinn was cursed; every time he complained about something, it became worse for 24 hours.
If he complained about his perm being messy, the first time the curse would make his perm even messier.
The second time it made his perm lesser; the third time it made his hair gross with flakes and greasy.
The fourth time his hair became straight with zero volume and ugly; if he still complained than his hair would fall out.
Quinn panicked; he couldn't believe what the hell was happening to him.
No no noo not this wait...
He complained about walking to the toilet and he pissed right on the spot... how humiliating?
"What the fuck?"
I storm into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
My hands are shaking as I grip the sink, forcing myself to look in the mirror.
My once-perfect perm now hangs in oily strands, plastered against my scalp.
The fluorescent light above the sink highlights patches of dandruff scattered across my shoulders.
I run my fingers through my hair, but they get stuck in the greasy tangles.
"This is disgusting," I mutter, immediately regretting my words as my hair becomes even more matted.
The smell of unwashed hair fills my nostrils.
I turn on the shower, determined to wash this nightmare away and fix my hair.
The water is too cold, but I bite my tongue to stop from complaining about it.
I reach for my expensive shampoo, but my hand trembles as I remember what happened last time I whined about the brand—it turned into dish soap.
I massage the shampoo into my scalp, fighting the urge to gag at the greasy texture.
My friends' voices echo in my head: "Just stop complaining."
The mysterious man's words repeat in my mind: "Learn, foolish boy."
I step out of the shower and reach for my towel, relieved that I managed to stay quiet.
As I dry off, a putrid smell hits my nostrils.
At first, I think it's coming from the drain, but when I lift my arm to check, the stench intensifies.
My stomach drops as I remember complaining about Marcus's body odor during soccer practice.
"He smells like he bathed in garbage," I had said.
Now that same rancid smell is coming from me, but ten times worse.
I frantically apply deodorant, but it dissolves instantly on contact with my skin.
My phone buzzes on the counter, and I see Marcus's name flashing on the screen.
"Hey, man, you coming to practice?" he asks, his voice casual.
I hesitate, then blurt out, "Marcus, I think I'm cursed—everything I complain about gets worse!"
There's a pause on the other end of the line.
"Uh, what? Dude, are you high?"
Marcus asks, sounding confused.
I sigh, realizing how ridiculous I sound.
"Never mind, I'll be there in ten."
I hang up and walk into the locker room before practice.
The smell of sweat and freshly cut grass fills my nostrils, but it's overpowered by the stench coming from me.
Marcus is already there, sitting on a bench with Chase and Zane.
They're laughing and joking around as they have a farting contest.
Each one tries to outdo the others with the loudest, most disgusting sound.
I stand there frozen, watching them as the smell of their farts fills the air.
"That's so gross and immature," I snap before I can stop myself.
The words hang in the air like a challenge.
Marcus looks up at me, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What's wrong, man? You don't like a little friendly competition?"
I shake my head, feeling my stomach start to churn ominously.
"No, it's just... never mind."
I turn away from them and head towards the field for warm-up drills.
But as soon as I start running laps around the perimeter, I feel it happen.
A loud, wet fart escapes from my body, echoing across the field like a gunshot.
I try to hold it in, but it's too late.
Another one follows, then another, each one louder and more explosive than the last.
Coach blows his whistle and shouts at me to run laps as punishment for disrupting practice.
But every time I try to run, another fart escapes from my body.
The other players start to back away from me, pinching their noses shut in disgust. My stomach cramps painfully as I try to hold in the gas building inside me.
But it's no use - every time I clench my muscles, another fart slips out like a balloon popping in the distance.
The mysterious man appears on the sidelines for a moment, shaking his head at me before disappearing again into thin air.