I enter the dungeon, surrounded by monsters whose only thoughts are to sexually exploit me, then skin me alive and consume me. I wander through the dark corridors, battling hunger, depression, and the pain of broken, infected, or severed limbs, the result of my desperate struggle for survival. Slowly, I grow stronger, learning dark magic that allows me to summon the dead inhabitants of the dungeon as skeletons or zombies. I find cursed amulets and rings that dig into my flesh, becoming a permanent part of me, but I push on, deeper into the abyss.

Then I find a little girl in a cage, the only moment of kindness in my grim journey toward death. I rescue her, feed her, and offer her some snuff and the last of my whisky, just to keep her mind from collapsing at the sight of the horrors we face at every turn. We travel together for what feels like an eternity, descending into the darkest, deepest levels of the labyrinth, meeting other adventurers along the way who join us, all fighting for a slim chance of survival.

After many days of wandering, we finally reach the lowest, darkest corner of this cursed place, where a faint light of hope flickers, a chance of escape. Just as I begin to believe that the end of this nightmare is near, the little girl transforms into a massive beast. Yet, because of the few moments of kindness we shared in this endless despair, she grants me a quick and merciful death.

10/10 would die again.

I enter the dungeon, surrounded by monsters whose only thoughts are to sexually exploit me, then skin me alive and consume me. I wander through the dark corridors, battling hunger, depression, and the pain of broken, infected, or severed limbs, the result of my desperate struggle for survival. Slowly, I grow stronger, learning dark magic that allows me to summon the dead inhabitants of the dungeon as skeletons or zombies. I find cursed amulets and rings that dig into my flesh, becoming a permanent part of me, but I push on, deeper into the abyss. Then I find a little girl in a cage, the only moment of kindness in my grim journey toward death. I rescue her, feed her, and offer her some snuff and the last of my whisky, just to keep her mind from collapsing at the sight of the horrors we face at every turn. We travel together for what feels like an eternity, descending into the darkest, deepest levels of the labyrinth, meeting other adventurers along the way who join us, all fighting for a slim chance of survival. After many days of wandering, we finally reach the lowest, darkest corner of this cursed place, where a faint light of hope flickers, a chance of escape. Just as I begin to believe that the end of this nightmare is near, the little girl transforms into a massive beast. Yet, because of the few moments of kindness we shared in this endless despair, she grants me a quick and merciful death. 10/10 would die again.