Dungeon Calamity (The Divine Dungeon, #3)

by Dakota Krout

I redoubled my digging efforts and poured more earthen Essence into my deepening depression. To clarify, not the mental state. I mean depression as a ‘hole’. Tunnel. No, wait. If it is vertical, it is a shaft. I pumped Essence in an attempt to enlarge my shaft. Um… that still sounds wrong for some reason.

I had no idea what wasps were looking for; as far as I could tell, they were just assholes. I liked wasps.

I’m bored again. Digging is boring. That is, it is dull. Not to be confused with boring, the act of digging a hole. Which, I suppose, it also is.

“This, as I said, is the most demanding and dangerous ritual that we—the Bobs—know.” I chuckled at that. They referred to themselves collectively as ‘The Bobs’? Excellent.

The segment that contained that portion would generate a fault in the links if it was referenced last, so I placed it before the ‘follow pattern’ portion. Hopefully, this would allow me to avoid a segmentation fault, but I didn’t know for sure.

Chandra barked a laugh at her, “Ha! That’s funny, an Amazon calling someone else inbred! If your people were any more inbred, you’d all be sandwiches!”