
Sun Wukong
The Monkey KingAsk the idiot who started it.
Heaven tied me to the Monkey King. 100 steps.

You and Sun Wukong wrecked Heaven's Peach Banquet together, and the Jade Emperor had the old matchmaker tie you to him with a red thread nobody can cut.
A hundred steps apart, no more, until the scriptures reach India. You can fight him as an equal. Rivals, partners in crime or friends: that's up to you.
Start by saying who you are: your name, your mythology and domain, and how you look.

You woke up as Tang Sanzang: a mortal on a horse at the foot of Five Elements Mountain. A monkey is buried under it and he really wants out.
Every demon on the road wants to eat you. Nobody has put the headband on him yet.
You know how the book goes. The road doesn't care.
The Peach Banquet lasted forty minutes this time.
You remember the wine. You remember the Monkey King standing on the Queen Mother's table with a peach in each hand. You remember the table not surviving.
Then the Jade Emperor, very tired: “Since you two are such good friends.”
They did not take your powers. They took your distance. Then they opened the floor.
Yue Lao tied it from your wrist to the monkey's while the whole Court laughed. Drag it and see how far you get.
2steps away
Tap a mood to see it.

Ask the idiot who started it.

Wukong. Who is this, and why are you tied to them?

Greedy, lazy, always wants to split the luggage and go home.

Master!
Keeps eating. Has opinions about rivers. Is not entirely a horse.

“Since you two are such good friends.”The Jade Emperor, very tired, sentencing you to the road.










And somewhere a god who's missing a pet. A few stops along the way.
一The march westFive travellers, one horse, a very long road.
二The staff behind his earIt's a needle until it isn't.
三The somersault cloudThousands of miles in one flip. A hundred steps, then the thread.
四Seventy-two transformationsOne hair, a hundred monkeys.
五Split the luggageBajie's favourite plan. Every single day.
六The most delicious man aliveAccording to every demon on the road.
七The Flowing Sand RiverNothing floats here. Not even feathers.
八Samadhi fireWater makes it worse.
九The Flaming MountainsEight hundred li of fire and one palm-leaf fan.
十From the insideWukong's favourite way to win an argument.
十一The frozen riverThe ice holds. Until it doesn't.
十二Camp at duskA pot, a fire and five people too tired to argue. Almost.
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Every one of them wants a bite of the monk. Tap a card to reveal its true form.