I weigh here in my hands, the Plums of Life.

One will lead you on your way to fame and fortune, to an endless buffet.

Two are merely Trixters lying amongst the real, the deadly, the dying.

Three are noxious and just stop to think: They'll lay you naked on death's brink.

Two are intoxicating devils, just like alcohol, they'll make you rebel.

One is a mystery, yet to be solved. Would you take the chance or remain it unsolved?

Choose wisely, my dear allies, my foes, my friends, my loving family.

For if you pick the wrong plum, you'll feel your body go numb with the burden you'll have to bear, forever, right now and everywhere.