You have entered the Dungeons of Dredmor. What will you do?
>Kill Dredmor
HAHAHAH I'd like to see you try.
Let's add a bit of challenge shall we? After all, you did leave him hanging.
It's been a year since Box Man left his city. Unfortunately, nobody took Box Man seriously, so he tried to learn arcane magics in the next town over and came across some horrible revelations as well.
He decided to drop the identity of Box Man. As it turns out the Box was getting him nowhere. But he would still put an end to all the monstrosities once and for all!
Skippy was immediately overjoyed to find a pot waiting for him.
He placed the pot on his head. It was like the Director was watching over him in spirit.
Skippy hadn't been the first from the town to enter the dungeon. He hoped he would be the last. He was also content that for once these monsters were real and not in his head.
Ah, delicious food! A most fortuitous dungeon!
The gods of this town still weirded Skippy out.
The minions have arrived!
Thankfully, Skippy learned to embrace his inner pyromania.
A knife, perfect for if he ran out of arrows. He was still confused as to why this town didn't use guns or bullets. Something about a Bolt Council?
HAIL KRONG! For now, there is nothing to offer him.
waaaaant.
Skippy had also recently embraced some new habits. Booze makes everything better.
Hours of practice had left Skippy's bolts more powerful.
Skippy also enjoyed stealing explosives. Because nothing is immune to fire. Nothing.
A mace! Much better than the knife.
This lady...Skippy couldn't shake the thought she was lazy and incompetent but Skippy loved free stuff.
Are you down with the sickness?
FIRE BEES GIVES STRENGTH
Skippy could avoid it no longer. He was surrounded by madness no matter where he went. May his defeat of Dredmor save the others.
SHOES! GLORIOUS SHOES!
Siegfried! The rumors were true! Siegfried had gone in the dungeon before him and died horribly within minutes. Dredmor was turning the failed heroes into monsters.
Rest in peace Siegfried.
Apple, my favorite.
Skippy tried not to think about if these were Siegfried's eggs. Or Diggle anatomy in general.
These clothes were much better.
There was no way this thing could have been human once, could there?
Necromancy? Skippy tried to push the thought far from his mind.
This one in particular was really unsettling. Who could worship something with so many eyes? Always watching.
Always satisfying.
Waaaaant.
These shoes are amazing!
A sturdy crossbow! Better than the shit the town had given him.
Evil no longer was a fear for Skippy. Nothing could be worse than the things in the city.
Especially considering these were so flammable.
Violence Man should've used melee weapons more. There was something so...satisfying.
A banquet hall? Nothing of interest.
A grill! Finally Skippy was able to cook the meat! After living off dried squid for so long this was a true blessing.
This box contained a staff. He hoped everyone else could hear the whispers coming from the wood.
Roasted raven was on the menu tonight.
More steak for the steak god!
HAIL KRONG, EMPOWER OUR STAFF OF JUSTICE
Krong's blessing made the whispers stop. For now.
Beggars can't be choosers.
He'd sell it at a high price.
Skippy still fell for traps on occasion. He was getting better he swore.
I don't want to set the world on fire. Just Diggles. And that gnome.
He should've known better. But he was just so thirsty.
Tea. No substitute for coffee but it'll do.
This wasn't his style but neck protection was a bonus.
He remembered something. His own trap.
Curse his poor impulse control.
IA IA
SUMMON THEM ALL, KILL THE OTHERS
SHE IS INFERIOR
IA IA
Thank Krong that was over.
Inconsequentia be trolling.
The grossest room of this floor.
Skippy hadn't been this happy since he found that ham.
Skippy missed his gun.
Skippy would be his own death at this rate.
Kitty?
Not a kitty.
Take a deep breath.
And hold it.
No no no! Not Bee! Not her too!
Brains?
Apparently her brains.
Skippy found the second floor. It reminded him of his old basement. *shudder*
These skeletons weren't nearly as bad as those...things...from before.
This name sounded so old. How long had Dredmor ruled this town?
This room relieved Skippy's pain. A temporary boon.
And in a stunning turn of events, he found the living garden. And Skippy laughed, for these turnips were long since rotten.
The rotting smell reminded him of his previous close encounters. Would that give him an advantage?
Vegetables and the dead are both highly flammable and make for good light sources.
Something bright caught his eye.
And another.
Skippy wondered if these places would be of use. He'd enter them later after getting more equipment.
The fire was so comforting. He could forget his troubles as everything burned.
He hoped he got none of this on his shoes. Diggle guts were on thing but this...ugh.
He would prove his worth and come back.
Oh. Oh no.
Flames won't be enough!
The Baron had been one of the first to enter and never return. His power still existed in the corpse and so did his charisma.
One of his generals took a good shot. And thus ended the tale of Skippy.
See you later HAHAHAHA
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