A ten level white ziggurat stands on the stone floor of a massive cavern. Green flames burn around the template pillars high at its top. The flames illuminate the white surface and the glow is bright enough to reveal the jagged cavern ceiling. Below the ceiling, the moss covered ground slips under foot and spreads to the base of the ziggurat. Though the previous tunnels and caves breathed of stale rot, the air smells like flowers. In the silence of only your breath, you hear a chant.

So let me get this straight, DM. The, a, pyramid, a ziggurat. Ok. Oh man. This is intense, DM. …This, this ziggurat thing is clean, but the ground dirty, mossy. Wow. That’s a big fuckin’ deal. Is this ziggurat thing like covered in moss? And what’s up with those chants, DM?

Obey A.I. Christ.