I decided to work on the next floor, which will be the rake floor. Basically, it was just a bland series of caves that were either large and spacious or entirely cramped and tiny. Occasionally it opened up into a derelict mineshaft. There were options to change the atmosphere to any chemical makeup, so I think I'll change that up later.
I decided to go with a natural cramped, claustrophobic cave look. I remember TouYube videos about a claustrophobic cave called hellhole; I would shape my dungeon floor like that. my rakes could have fun chasing around the adventurers who could not fight back in such cramped spaces. I remember other caves, so I'll add those designs later. First, the entrance from the upper floor should be extraordinarily cramped and narrow; that should make it so they have to take their armor off to pass through the skinny hallway. I'll put some crawlspaces and a bunch of dead ends. It would be awful for adventurers to get stuck and unable to move, as getting stuck and unable to move at a dead end could be fatal. I'll make it easier after about 700ft, making it open up so you could fit about two Ford f-series trucks. I'll put lots of rocky terrains, making footing impossible. I also gave plenty of places for my cute rakes to hide. Then at the end, I'll place a mineshaft that opens up to a giant abyssal ravine that leads to the 17th floor. The only way to reach the 18th floor was a switchback on the opposite side of the ravine. On the ravine's sides were 5x5 honeycomb pattern tunnels every ten feet. The thing about rakes is that they require separate breeding grounds. They are born as larvae in gooey brown pods that attach to the ceilings and walls. When the females give birth to the fetal sack, they climb the walls to let gravity pull the newborn rakes out of the pod. They slowly develop over time and fall out of the pod due to gravity. The newborns gather and form hives of thirty or more; they fight if there are too many, and if a Hive is too close, they go to war. If there are no males or females in the area, these creatures will seek out the nearest suitable candidate, which unfortunately happens to include any unlucky male or female human that happens to be nearby at the time.
These lovable creatures love misery, and in fact, these cute little creatures relish in the suffering and screams of humans.
Hmm, I've changed somewhat, not much, but there's definitely a difference. Even before I became a spiteful phantom of the night, I was a little wacky. My killer was a guy named Micheal Barry. When he killed me, I formed a grudge against him so bad it caused physical harm to the priests who sought to exorcize me. If it weren't for that old monk, I probably would have been able to possess someone. Such a shame, though honestly, I was so close; just a little longer, and it could have worked. I worked with Michael throughout my college career, and we were great friends going to parties together and doing stupid shit. It was great, or at least I thought. I got wind of him doing some shady ongoings in the government, and I started snooping around and investigating him. He eventually caught on to me. He pretended for four years that he loved me; it was all just a cover for him to monitor my life's work. When he was given the queue to cut off the chicken's head, he invited me on a date to a hotel and killed me. I planned for this originally and brought an insulin dosage pen, with no evidence other than an allergic reaction. He was a stunner in more ways than one too. He thought he had me wrapped around his finger, and sadly he did. As soon as he closed the door, quicker than I could pull out the pen, he shot me twice in the head. Then for who knows why he dropped me down the laundry chute.
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As 49 years 298 days, 12 hours 34 min 56 seconds passed (trust me, I counted). I waited and built as much energy as possible, so I could possess someone to murder him, But just as I said before, a Buddhist monk came and shipped me onto the next life.
But as I said before, bygones be bygones.
He isn't here, so I'm shit out of luck.
Well, enough thinking and more doing, I guess. Adventurers won't kill themselves. Wait, will they....? Hmm… I have to find out someday! More fun for later times.
Rakes were lowborn pitiful creatures with nothing other than their goblin-like personality; other than that, they were dumber than a three-time inbred Australian crocodile. Nope, not much in those heads. That's no good, but that will have to do for now; the system says when I get to the surface, I can change that over time. To offset that lack of brain matter, I went with numbers instead lots-and-lots of countless numbers.
They took a look around and started exploring the dens, then went outside. At first, they tried jumping to their deaths, but after that failed to do anything, they looked up and saw the top and tried jumping up. They couldn't jump more than five feet. Then one of them started to do what the others didn't think of; he climbed ten feet and then jumped to his death.
That's when the gears started moving. One did the same thing; It climbed a little further than the last, then jumped and died, then the next rose further than the previous jumped and died. After about 120 of them had climbed up the wall and become pancakes, I made sure they were resupplied in numbers; one of them finally got to the top-
And he then jumped to his death.
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That happened about three more times before they figured out to turn around, saw the caves, and decided to explore.
With that horrible nightmare over, I waited for the bonus to happen. Minutes, hours, and then…
Pock*
A human appeared. He was average with straight hair and looked like the kid who played too much COD. I could look at his crimes, so I did.
"Oooooh, yikes. That's too much even for me. You deserve this one, man...sorry."
The boy was freaked out at first. Looking in all directions, he walked around in the dark for a bit and stumbled over a stalagmite. He cursed, got on his knees, and fumbled about till he found what I dropped for him. It was a lighter. It was what I could afford with the complete lack of soul points I had. It cost 0.4 soil points.
He lit it, and boy, did he scream.
Right about two inches in front of his face was the pale toothy grin of a rake. It gave a mouth-splitting grin and gave a wicked squeal.
The kid bolted. Usain Bolt had nothing on this kid; the boy ran as fast as an electric bicycle for 30 minutes. Unsurprisingly this couldn't keep up in these cramped spaces, and he crashed into a wall just beyond the light. It Must have hurt, too. His face was all kinds of red. He crumpled into a ball and took a fetal position.
I wonder if he even questioned why there was a lighter in an empty cave in the first place.
His noises attracted about 40 other rakes, and the original was literally right over his shoulders. The boy closed his eyes as he felt the feted breath of the rake. The other rakes had encircled; the original reached over his shoulders and gently pinched the light out.