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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.

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. Ahead, Guy spotted a golden idol resting on a stone pedestal

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. Taking it would trigger a massive, rolling boulder

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. If he could carry her safely to the

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

The air grew thick and humid. The dry stone of the mines gave way to slick mud, giant Venus flytraps, and aggressive tiki tribesmen. He had made it to the Jungle.

The ceiling groaned. A spherical boulder the size of a small house crashed down behind him. Guy sprinted, his heart hammering against his ribs. He threw a rope up a ledge, scrambled up just in time, and watched the boulder demolish a wooden shop structure below.