--------- SaltedIsland Castle Armory ---------

"Now that's what I call a sword. What is that? I've never seen anything like it before", the Commander of Arms said to the King.

"No one has. They're old weapons, coming from before the dungeon grew out of control. We need more of them, so I need you to select different adventurers that you think could pose a challenge to the dungeon's traps and monsters. We still don't know what they are, as no one has returned from the [Electric] [Metal] [Puppet] dungeon in hundreds of years. So they need to be ready for anything", the King goaded.

The Commander kept staring at the glowing blade.

"Would you like to try it out for one swing?", asked the King.

"Oh, uh, no Your Majesty. I apologize."

"Go get the first slave you see."

The Commander of Arms was back after but a moment, pulling a youngish-looking girl with him. Whether she was young or not wasn't easily discernable, as she was dirty, emaciated, dehydrated, and whatever her life was before made her age extremely harshly.

"Commander, go pick up that clunky-looking thing on the floor near the barrels. See? That one." The King was pointing to something the Commander hadn't seen before, but that was a dime a dozen in this place.

"Do you feel a strange outcropping under one of the handles? Hold it down while holding the weapon. When it makes a sound, try to force it through the table over there." The King pointed to a table that only had a parchment on it, with something he didn't care to read on it.

The Commander obeyed, and when he held down the strange shape, the device started vibrating in his hands and made a very loud 'revving' sound.

"A two-handed singing sword?", the Commander asked, but no one could hear him over the sound of the chainsaw. He pressed the blade against the table, sending flying sawdust all over the place, and the table was in half in a matter of seconds. He let go of the button, not knowing that was what it was.

The man was shocked, but the slave just looked terrified. The King looked smug.

"Commander, go get one of those black swords with the red pommels, and give it to the slave."

The Commander did as he was commanded, the slave girl terrified but obediently held the sword. It was bigger than she was, and it didn't look like she should be able to hold it at all, but she held the greatsword aloft easily.

"Slave, when the Commander tries to attack you, poke his sword with yours gently. Commander, move slow enough to allow the slave to win."

The 'fight' went exactly as the King commanded, and when the black sword touched the chainsaw, even as tentatively as it did, it caused the chainsaw to break its chain teeth, then the chain itself broke, and there was even a gouge in the blade's central metal guiding plate where there was writing of some unidentified language.

The King watched the faces of his toys for a moment. "Commander, use your side-knife to cut your finger. Just a small cut. Not one that would damage your sword-arm."

The Commander looked at the King, who continued staring at him. He did as he was told. As soon as he did, the thin stream of red blood did not drop to the ground, but began streaming through the air towards the black blade the slave held, seemingly absorbing into the metal itself. As it did so, the red pommel started to glow, but not as brightly as the glowing sword in the corner. Its glow very quickly enveloped the girl and the entire sword. The color of the glow was somewhere between blood and fire, making the two men watching think of something far more dangerous than either wanted to deal with, but the King had seen it before anyway and he had some resistance.

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"Commander, before the slave loses itself, get that sword you want to try and use it. Go for the sword, the slave is insignificant."

The ambient light from the torches drained from the slave girl and her blade as the burning rage aura she was now blessed with enveloped her every emotion and movement. The Commander of Arms, however, had seen enough feral beasts with no mind attack him, and he only needed to swing once. Once he did, he stared in awe at the half of the sword that was still in the slave's hands, not only cleaved in two, but the cleave-line was glowing with a different kind of light- it was burning and melted. The other half of the slave, top half of the sword, and the until-now still flowing stream of blood from the Commander's finger fell to the ground.

The king sidestepped slightly so His Royal Highness wouldn't be touched by such a grubby creature's now-vacantly staring head.

"So you see why we need the armor to go with the sword and shield. And we need at least a hundred of each."

"I do", said the Commander of Arms. "I've seen the sword", he said, regretting putting it back where it had been, doing it anyway, but vowing to get one of his own later. "But what of the shield and armor?"

The two men walked out of the armory, continuing to discuss their own takes on the military needs of the kingdom. They didn't even pay attention to the now-broken berserk sword or chainsaw that were left on the stone brick ground. The fact that the two destroyed weapons had already started to lose their color and become a translucent blue as they decayed into quickly dissolving glowing sand wasn't of interest either as they had each seen such a thing more than enough times before.

--------- Giant Squisher Daedric Tower ---------

The cramped feeling had never subsided, and it was really getting on the nerves he didn't have now. 'Okay, seriously. More rooms. More rooms that can see outside or something. That'll help, right? Damn it.'

Giant started frantically clawing at the outer wall of one of the rooms that was finished in shape but had no accruements, quickly creating a hole that he could see out from. Outside the new poorly-constructed window, he mostly saw blur.

He looked at the floor, which from his perspective looked flat, but he knew that it was actually slightly sloped upwards, following the staircase on the other side of the wall that was still being made. The walls were crafted as half-ass design indicated, just being properly vertical and not being too jarring from the minor angle difference with the adjoined floor. However, nothing was inside. The Room on the other side of the doorway had the Forge Room, but this room was nothing so far.

And so it should be something. Giant decided he could always move things around if he felt like it later, but for now, this was now the Cemetery Room. He knew he didn't have the mana for it, but once he did, he'd make graves for all the gelfling zombies he had working at various jobs. At the very least, he could mark one space as a grave, and start digging the hole that when combined with the gravestone, would act as the first grave in the Room.

More importantly, he decided that he couldn't hear the music from where he was. He knew there was something about dancing zombies at some point... but, where did he know that from? It had something to do with music. He knew it did. Sifting through the songs he had, it wasn't in there. 'Ah, well', he thought to himself. 'If I just put more songs around it won't be as boring at least.'

'But what song? If I'm gonna have zombies all over in here, what would- OH!', he'd have screamed, but since he didn't make noise, he didn't. Either way, he tested his breath, finding enough mana, and breathed out towards the Cemetery Room's wall that faced the outside of the tower. The image, a screenshot to those better versed, of a woman in pirate regalia appeared, surrounded by dirty and scarred vagabonds in a dusty bar, with alcohol galore.

The dungeon had no idea how he knew the name of the woman now centered on the wall, but maybe he didn't? It sure felt right, though. Not able to think of why he shouldn't, the image changed slightly. It already looked different than a screenshot since it was plastered onto a dirt wall with a hole in it instead of an electrically-powered glass screen, but even more so now that a ribbon appeared at the bottom of the woman's image bearing the name, "Clementine".

Giant tried to breathe out again, coughing madly, not finding the mana needed to spawn another cell phone with "Clocks" on repeat. He shrugged once he could, and breathed a little less, aimed at the wall instead. The words, "Make a golden play out of every day" appeared like subtitles. He smiled, considering it to be good enough, at least for now.