Rising up out of the ground was a wall of grass that bloomed to the side a small distance away from the current groups. When the wall dropped to reveal the next team, they all seemed fine, but the piles of vomit being quickly dispersed by vines contradicted that initial assessment. The odd thing was though that talking to them was another copy of Thyme.
"Perfect this means we are all here, and I can continue the introductions proper"
""Wait a minute isn't this the tournament of five though"" said Totally Not Related at All in perfect sync.
*Well that isn't creepy at all.* "Can you guys perhaps not be creepy little shits?" asked Kress
""No, we have been cursed. Nothing can be done about this"" spoke Totally Not Related at All.
"Well could you kindly sh-" Kress was interrupted by Gareth slamming Kress' head into the floor "Ignore him"
