From Mordenkainen's Manual of the Maltreated and Morally Misunderstood
Cyclops
These Maltreated People are the one-eyed combination of David and Goliath: half shepherd, half giant. Unfortunately, my studies of these pastoral herdspeople were limited. In recent years, Cyclops have been subject to the horrors of hateful hate crimes. The perpetrator - known as the Man of Twists and Turns - has been blown through the Winedark Sea, scampering from island to island to island, systematically blinding the Cyclops with a magical spear enchanted with heat metal. (I smell Xanathar's work.)
Finding a Cyclops willing to sit down for a cup of fair trade tea and vegan biscuits was a tiresome affair. Instead, the Cyclops cursed me and instructed me to contemplate my man-privilege. I was told I am an animal and a savage - worse by far than a sheep, for the mutton on my thighs was unworthy to graze Cyclopean lips.
I must confess, I failed my Wisdom save; my curiosity got the better of me. I took tyrannical advantage of the Cyclops's visual impairment. I disguised myself as an Orcish facepainter, an art I colonially appropriated during my previous research. How dare I. A Cyclops, a wonderful lad with a toothy smile, invited my into his grotto, beautifully decorated in sheep bones. There we feasted upon fair trade tea and vegan biscuits.
However, I was overwhelmed by remorse for my non-theological sins of ableism and racial appropriation. Instead of conducting an interview for this volume, I paid the Cyclops 10,000 gold pieces to teach me about the repugnance of ableism and racial appropriation. Now I can brag to my awakened-wizard friends about seeing the true deformity of my man-privilege.
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