Dungeon Of Meat Hot! -

What a delightfully... unusual request!

But the dungeon itself reacted.

Roll for initiative… and appetite.

Kael adjusted his grip on his blade, the leather hilt slick with a greasy residue that seemed to weep from the very walls. The dungeon wasn’t carved from rock; it was hewn. Great, striated layers of crimson and white pressed in around him—muscle fiber dense as granite, bands of sinew stretching like bridge cables across the ceiling. The floor was soft, spongy, yielding slightly under his boots with every step, covered in a thin sheen of translucent fluid. dungeon of meat

The sound of his own movement was nauseating. What a delightfully

The blow felt like being hit by a falling side of beef. Kael flew back, slamming into the spongy wall. The wall cushioned his impact, but then seemed to grip him, sticky fibers adhering to his armor. Roll for initiative… and appetite