"This just isn't my day!" Fred yelled. He was in trouble. He currently stood on a large grey stone block. Fifteen feet long, seven feet wide, twenty feet tall. Ten feet below was sizzling lava. To the north and south were more blocks, spaced four feet apart. Two blocks down the passage bent to the right. Five blocks ahead was a small ramp leading to a rusty, half-open metal door. Several dents were in it and the bottom half had been pierced by three arrows. The rough-hewn walls were teen feet away. More featureless grey stone. And crawling on them were humanoid things with suckers for fingers and fangs as long as Fred's forearm. Fred might have handled them with his sword but without it he was in deeeeeep trouble.
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