Don't respond. Drink ye flask.
Don't respond. Drink ye flask.
You continue drinking from your flask.
"Hahaha okay then bud. Have fun." the man laughs.
As the two walk past you begin to feel that something is off. You swear you hear something rattling. As the pair leave the cave you can see their clothes are tattered and that they are skeletons.
It's either real or it's a dream. There's nothing that is in between.
Hmm...is this place Tartarus?
Skeletons? Drunk from the flask already.
Try stripping seductively for the skeletons, and then drag them behind the school bleachers!
You shrug it off remembering ye flask always has the good stuff in it. For some reason you decide to take off the rest of your clothes. The gentle breeze feels nice against your bare skin. It beckons you deeper into the cave. Your eyes re-adjust to the darkness and you continue onward.
It's either real or it's a dream. There's nothing that is in between.
Wait a minute, I forgot my watch.
Put your clothes back on. How are you going to carry supplies?
Put ye flask away, for now.
In a moment of clarity you go back and put your clothes back on. You shine your flash light down the tunnel follow where it goes. The rock is slippery but there are pads of moss just the right size to walk along. This must be how you didn't hear those people coming until the last moment. The tunnel opens up into a wide cavern with a stream running through.
The trail splits to the left and to the right from here. You see another pathway across the stream.
It's either real or it's a dream. There's nothing that is in between.
Inner fish tells me to follow the stream. Civilization is always near water.
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