LostInFictions I'll give you my custom curse. I'll promise you some art peice and tell you your not allowed to die until I give it to you.
Did it to my grandmother. She survived a late surgery, due to a misdiagnoses of some internal failure that killed a family friend that died nextdoor due to the same issue. She's evil, she tells me so imma die when you give it to me. And all I could say was at least imma be able to give you your gift before you die not all bad.
I am just lucky. And I pay for that luck with cartoonish injuries that nearly, cripple, or severely hurt me in the dumbest ways possible. Friends freak out when I tell them of the things that hurt me lol