I've Been Trying to Stay Out of Those Dungeons My Whole Life

THE CATACOMBS DRIP WITH STALE CONDIMENTS. THERE IS NOTHING WITH WHICH TO TOP YOUR COLD, NAKED WIENER. THE THIRST FOR ADDITIONAL FLAVOR IS EATING YOU FROM THE INSIDE OUT. YOU HEAR A tap tap tap. A FAMILIAR SOUND, THE SERVING SPOON. THE KRAUT IS OUT, BUT THE SPOON IS OFFERING…SOMETHING.

YOU ACCEPT THE MYSTERY CONDIMENT AND YOU FEEL THE SANGUINE HUNGER SETTLING IN...