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You walk toward the stage, thinking that even if this is only a dream, you're going to milk it for all it's worth. Suddenly you hear a voice ring out above all the others, "Get your fortunes here! Come, hear the mysteries in your life explained. Come, prepare for the future that will befall you. Come discover your destinies, one and all!"

Though back at home you never really believed in fortune tellers, you think, I could sure use a little explanation of the mysteries in my life at the moment. So you head over to the fortune teller's booth. A sign above the old woman's head reads "Madam Sharalinda."

You wait in line while the fortune teller tells one man that he will marry a princess (a fortune which very much disgruntles his wife, who is waiting nearby), and tells a teenage girl that she will one day become a grunzbet, which greatly excites her. Then it's your turn.

"I'm sorry madam fortune-teller," you say, "But I don't have any money. I don�t know where I am...or even who I am, for that matter. But I'm hoping you can help me."

"Ahh, a challenging case!" the fortune teller says with a grin that exposes many broken and crooked teeth. "It's not often I encounter handsome young men wandering the Gundal fairgrounds with no reason why or where. For mysterious cases like these, I'll need some information from you. Please tell me, what is your favorite color?"

If your favorite color is red, yellow, blue, or gray turn to page 10.
If your favorite color is orange, green, purple or black turn to page 7.
And if none of these are your favorite color, sorry. Pick one anyway. =P