One moment, you were walking through the forest, enjoying the warm sun on your face and the rustle of leaves beneath your feet. The next moment, the ground gave way beneath your feet and you plummeted into a verdant labyrinth of creeping vines and luminescent fungi.

You land with a splat in cold, murky water, a fetid, swampy odor surrounding you, smelling of damp earth, rotting vegetation, and something sickly-sweet. An eerie croaking echos up - the sound of countless toads ribbiting in unison. A hauntingly beautiful female voice rings out in a commanding tone:

Sing for me my pretties! Let your croaking chorus fill the fetid air!