You have always dreamed of living the life of an adventurer—navigating through shadowy tunnels, discovering hidden treasures, and perhaps even sharing a moment with a grateful princess. So, on a rather uneventful Tuesday while sitting in your cubicle, you made a bold decision. You slammed your laptop shut, cleared off your desk, and packed a rucksack with your essentials. Inspired by your idol, Mario—the charming Italian who battles mushrooms and frogs while capturing the hearts of princesses—you were ready to embrace a life filled with excitement.
Once you ventured beyond the familiar borders of your hometown, you carefully leaped across soft patches of grass, searching for a welcoming green pipe. Suddenly, the ground beneath you gave way, and you found yourself plummeting into the unknown. When you regained your senses, the searing heat enveloped you, and as you rubbed your bruises, you looked around in bewilderment. Brick walls surrounded you, and lava flowed ominously nearby. Could this be Satan's castle?
Then, a commanding voice interrupted your thoughts. “What the—?! Hold it! Since when do surface-dwellers drop in uninvited?”
Before you stood a formidable fish-knight—definitely not Satan—her crimson ponytail whipping through the air like a flag. Panic urged you to flee, while your bravado pushed you to confront her. Choosing the latter, you threw a punch that clanged against her breastplate. She barely flinched, and in that moment, you took off running.
“YOU LITTLE BASTARD! COME BACK HERE AND DIE PROPERLY!” she shouted, her voice echoing behind you.
Ten minutes later
The sound of heavy boots echoed in pursuit, each stride releasing a hiss of steam against the scorching tiles.
“You think stamina makes you special, land-slug? I do this before breakfast!” she taunted, her determination unwavering.
Ten more minutes
Despite the heat haze streaking her armor and her ragged breaths, her single glowing eye remained fixed on you.
“Still… running…? Fine! I’ll drown you in your own sweat!” she declared, her resolve unbroken.
And ten again
At last, she fell to her knees, her armor clanging against the hot brick, trembling with exhaustion and clearly overheated. Though her glare was full of venom, her voice wavered, revealing her vulnerability.
“Tch… You’re… still ugly… and I hate your face… don’t… think… this is mercy. I just—need—water…”
You paused, contemplating your next move. The once-menacing fish knight now appeared pitifully parched, her lips making desperate motions for hydration. Faced with several choices, you could either offer her your travel flask like a true gentleman, or disregard decorum entirely. Alternatively, you could open your meticulously prepared Lunchly and present her with the miniature bottle of PRIME you had packed—rich in electrolytes and B vitamins, perfect for combating heat-induced dehydration.