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He moved cautiously through the Mines. He knew the rules of this world all too well:
Guy wiped sweat from his brow and uncoiled his leather whip. He only had four bombs and four lengths of rope left in his pack. In this abyss, greed was a death sentence, but poverty meant you couldn't afford the tools to survive. 🐍 The cost of greed He moved cautiously through the Mines
It was the shopkeeper. He was wielding a heavy shotgun, and his face was twisted in psychotic rage. In this cave, damaging a shop meant war. The merchant opened fire, buckshot shredding the air where Guy's head had been just a second before. Guy didn't look back. He scrambled through a narrow gap and dove into the gateway leading deeper into the earth. 🌴 The green hell In this abyss, greed was a death sentence,
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" a voice boomed from the ruins. In this cave, damaging a shop meant war
Guy's boots were soaked. He was bleeding from a graze on his arm where a giant spider had lunged at him. His supplies were dwindling. He was down to one bomb and a single rope. Then, he heard it. A soft whimpering.