Ricebowl 70

  You had no idea how much you had drunk last night but given that your head felt like it had been shaken around by a dragon and the fact your guts felt like they were getting turned by a spear you figured that it was way too much and that wasn’t even beginning what you had done whilst you were drunk out of your mind with you currently trying to piece how those events happens. You knew how it started at the very least, with you having just came back from a quest, one where you gained a valuable companion in that of a Chaurus, a gigantic insect that you could only describe as a mixture of a worm, a ant and a scorpion and they were  equally as deadly as all three of those options but you, with the use of your member, had managed to take by having sex with it. With the beast tamed and you feeling rather famished after a long round with her, you decided to go to a bar and chill out, maybe have a couple of drinks or two, until your plan was derailed by a man by the name of Sam Guev...

  If you got out of this alive then you swore to god that you were never going back to Sweden again, least of all because you were actively being hunted by a bunch of cultists in the middle of the woods, cultists that wanted to sacrifice you to whatever being that they were worshiping, pain pushing through several parts of your body as you tried to survive. You knew that you should have turned back when you saw those weird symbols carved into the trees and you knew that you certainly should have turned back when you started seeing moose corpses hanging from the woods but you kept pushing forward for some reason which led you right into the hands of the cult. They worshiped something called Moder, a child of Loki or something like that and asked you to come worship the beast under threat of death with you responding by running into the woods with the cultists giving chase into one of the buildings of the campsite with you running inside to see that there were cultists in there too b...

  You could hear the sound of something groaning above your head, the roof being the source of the sounds as the various heavy beasts that occupied the floors would walk around, no doubt searching for the person who had gutted several of the occupants on the floor, a few groans echo my above you as they did so. Thankfully they would never find who did it on that floor since you had came down to this floor a few moments before the first body was found with you hastily wiping the blood of your blade to make sure they couldn’t track you through scent and, as such, you ran down the rest of the stairs and left them behind,figuring the only memories that you had of them was the sound they made when you plowed a blade through their sternums. You had come here for one purpose and one purpose only and that was to find the treasure that was rumored to be hiding within the dungeon with you hearing rumors that many had tried to get the treasure and that many had fallen to the hideous beasts th...

  You didn’t know how to describe the smell of nothing before now but since you had gone venturing into this place, the entire place smelling like a vague mold and damp as well as most places here having a absence of smell about it which added to how strange this entire place was as you kept glancing around. You’d best describe the backrooms of a segment of reality that was built to keep you inside of it until you died although it provided you with plenty of opportunities to live despite all of this, the halls being never ending and only getting stranger and stranger the more that you walked so you had walked to as close to the middle as you could get,even if there were some beasts that lurked around the area. As such you moved into one of the middle areas, the cream carpet having long since matted whilst the yellow walls wallpaper was somewhat damped filled, coming off the walls to reveal more wallpaper as harsh lights shone upon your body. Either way you had gone about building a...