Part 1: Fictional Excessive Essay

A rotten smell slaps him as he exits the chute and lands in a dark olive green gelatin goop. The air is dry and musty. Mold grows in slimy cracks and surface of the goop. A slow but steady pull tugged him deeper into the vile. Wulf had been on many adventures but this one was his least favorite. After the severing the head of the centaur Mordik, he had made the mistake of blindly tossing it. The head had hit a dragon wasp nest hanging from a tree. Chased for half a mile by the insects, Wulf eventually found refuge hiding under water. He was forced to eat one of his precious underwater breathing pills when the wasps hovered over the lake waiting for him to surface. After about twenty minutes a tugging began. As soon as he notice it he tried moving but felt completely stuck. He then yanked with all his might. Zoop. Sucked right in. Falling. Falling fast. Faster. Blop. The abominable goop.

He is wet. His surroundings disgusting. His nose protesting. His skin crying from the sensations if the goop and the dry musty air. This is not a good day.

An hour of struggle crawled by. The adventurer was swallowed util his chest. A realization. It was slight but. Up down. Up down. Breathing. This was creature. If its alive it can be hurt. Usually living things get hurt. The knife. Ah its already sunk in. The sword. Its also gone. Magic! Yes he needs a spell. Now he just has to remember one. Some time passes, he sinks further, the slime now grazes his neck. Fire! Yes he can burn this thing up. Surely a fire spell can work.

Part 2 will be released in the future.