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@abrielle and @reveriewriter
Sorry for the late response.

(Especially to you @abrielle. And a frosty hello to time blindness, my old nemesis!)

Welcome to the chaos. We welcome more characters to interact with.

For the briefest rundown possible: there is a spider that the characters are running from: every time you kill it, it comes back bigger. We were going to lure it down into a creepy setting in my world, the Maze of Neophytes, but we got bored waiting and just zapped everybody into the Maze. We now have a creepy spider that may or may not chase us to the center of the Maze. Our main goal at the moment is to explore my world a bit while getting to watch our characters react to it because this is ultimately a character-building exercise. We are also trying to fight Amnesia a, I guess?, god that has been yanking our characters around. This quest has been sidelined by the spider but is probably going to pop back up again! 🙂

And @everyone, I promise to be more regular in my updating. I have no good excuses but the computers at work are finally working again, so I’m much happier. lol.

[And now, dear readers, for an update!]

 

BURN

I am … approximately 90 percent sure I managed to scratch that spider with my claws.

I am also about 90 percent sure that Search is the one who has be by the waist, screaming nearly every swear word I ever taught her.

Okay, she probably learned most of those words at her digs. Big whoop. I taught her how to properly use them.

Aaaaanyway, I am only 90 percent sure because we keep falling through holes! In! Reality!

Will it ever end?!!?!?

 

“I take it that didn’t turn out quite the way you wanted it to?”

Some. Stranger says.

Because I really needed to fail to keep track of another name!!!!

Search slowly releases me. “When is this going to stop?”

“I don’t know. Whenever fate or your g-d or whoever gets bored tormenting us.” I grumble.

And all my smoke is missing!

I pat myself over: oh look! I’m back in my gear. Umberuin!

I slam my hand to my back – which is unnecessary because I can feel the folded weight on my harness – and yank it free.

Yes!

I could dance a jig for joy!

If I knew how to dance. Which is never gonna happen.

The point remains.

As I unfold my staff, I sniff. And there is that tell-tale sweet smell of blue moss. And the ashy-bitter smell of fire vine. I can taste the moist, cloying air with each breathe.

The Maze. Brr.

” ‘Kay Search, how many new people do we have?”

And … how much did we miss? Did we miss anything?

“Also, be on the lookout for mummy-creeps.”

 

[@reveriewriter – this is a good point to insert your character, if you so desire.]