Journal 3

Version 1

They told me not to adventure in this dungeon
but screw them.
I’m as dumb as the boy in class eating glue.
Now I’m cornered like a mouse in an angry Nan’s larder.

Evil gleams in the creatures eys like hot fire
Its mouth hangs agape with a hunger like a starving village
Hot breath burns my skin like fire
his teeth sink into my sword arm like a greedy fire engulfs wood.

Pain shoots throughout my body
The flame like feeling lick their way from the wound to my arm
The howl from behind me tells me that this one is not alone.
Well at least I wont be a fool for long.

Version 2

They told me not to adventure in this dungeon
but screw them.
I’m as dumb as a man who argues with his wife.
Now I’m cornered like a sad dog in the kennel.

Evil gleams in the creatures eyes like lighthouses guiding ships home
Its mouth hangs agape with a hunger like a bear in the spring
Hot breath burns my skin to cinders
his teeth sink into my sword arm like a greedy man digs into coin.

Pain shoots throughout my body
an agony like the burning hells seeps from the wound through my body
The howl from behind me tells me that this one is not alone.
Well at least I wont be a fool for long.