(You were a renowned hero, and you were sent on a quest to slay the king of Voidstone.) You had just done it. The sword straight through his skull, slain. Little did you know, the King had cursed himself to continue his legacy. A purple gas comes out of his body, which you accidentally inhale. Your hair grows long and black, a black ball gown forms on your now curvy form, a black crown forms on your head. You hear all of the evil King's ambitions run through your head. An advisor comes into the room "Hello ma'am, I am your advisor, William. I will be your main man for anything you need. I will help you settle into your role of queen of Voidstone."