I try not to think of myself as the bad guy. Yes, I found myself involved in the development of mind-control technology, but I did my best to protect the world from the worst of it. After that, things just kind of happened on their own.
At least, that's what I try to tell myself.
A wizard gets invited to a wild night of debauchery with access to time travel and magical transformations.
I'd originally intended for experiments to escalate slowly over the course of weeks, maybe even months. That's not what happened.
I'd convinced my first test subject to stay in range of transmission. Finally, I get to test the technology on someone without distractions or interruptions.
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