Faltering is now balance. Mistakes are now perfection. The wrong direction has become the right direction. You know that, at the core, it's not the abstinence that's affected you, but the person who put it there. You know that, at the core,
I am an elven cleric and I rolled a 1 for Stealth. Now I've been stripped to my lingerie, bound and gagged, held captive in the raiders' camp: Will the rest of my party find me? Whatever is going to happen to me?