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To your vast surprise you find a full suit of steel plate armour hanging on
an inconspicious clothesline. Curiously enough the heavy steel does not
appear to put much strain on the thin line or the pegs that appear to hold
the armour up.
Since your feline nature compels you to die from curiosity, you reach out
and remove the pegs from the armour's shoulders.
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Its full weight momentarily restored, the armour crashes down with a loud clatter that almost drowns out your screams of pain as the breastplate hits your foot. Owie!
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Strangely enough the armour remains light as a feather. Hearing a noise from the house, you toss the armour over your sholder and run off into the forest.
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As you touch the armour, it vanishes into thin air. When it reappears a second later, you are inside it. (Wearing it, that is) Fortunately it's still light as a feather.
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As 3, but the armour suddenly gets immensely heavy. As you drop to your hands and knees, the ground collapses under you.
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What manner of sorcery is this? Only when you hold the suit of armour in your hand do you realize that it is a mere three inches tall. More suitable for a mouse than a cat girl really...
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You are shocked to realize that someone is already wearing the armour.
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The armour does not appear to fit you. The chromed steel thong, however...
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Totally out of the blue, there are ninjas. Oh, and Scott Chen is up to no good again.
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