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He moved cautiously through the Mines. He knew the rules of this world all too well:

He looked at his inventory. He was broke. He needed gold to buy a shotgun from the local shopkeeper. With a deep breath, Guy grabbed the idol and ran. Rumble.

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 He moved cautiously through the Mines

: Arrow traps were rigged to fire at the slightest movement, capable of taking off a man's head in the blink of an eye. Trust no one : Not even the merchants.

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. He needed gold to buy a shotgun from the local shopkeeper

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

Ahead, Guy spotted a golden idol resting on a stone pedestal. Its ruby eyes glimmered in his torchlight. He knew it was a trap. Taking it would trigger a massive, rolling boulder that would crush anything in its path. It was the shopkeeper

Tied to a wooden post near a dark pit was a woman in a tattered dress—a damsel in distress. Guy knew the cruel logic of the cave. If he could carry her safely to the exit of this level, she would tend to his wounds and grant him the strength to keep going.