This is like an inkblot test, right?
I see the most disturbing band of NPC cultists that any campaign world has ever known.
*Shudder*
I'm going to go sit in the corner and rock until the sickness goes away.
"There was this guy with the very big smile that extended over his head
He said to himself, I could dance for a while, before I go to bed
So the little man said, and immediately began to hop and swirl and dance
and while he did, there came other small men, by fate or just by chance
They saw him dancing like a little fool, and even bigger got their smile
and they formed a line because they thought it cool and joined him for a while!"