“AHHHHH,” Twonger screamed as he ran, dodging mushroom stalks as he went. “Why the fuck am I in a giant mushroom jungle. Can’t a man even get some sleep anymore? No more stealing from random people!” He yelled as he continued his run, glancing behind him every so often.

The giant beetle-like animal was still there, moving like a freight train after him. It had only been a few minutes since he had woken up in the mouth of the thing and had to fight free of it, but it felt like he had been running for an eternity.

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“There has to be a river here somewhere, and those things hate water.” He mumbled out loud as his running continued. He figured he had maybe another ten minutes before he’d be too exhausted to continue at his current pace, so that meant in around five minutes or so, it was fight-or-die time.

He was not looking forward to it. Being eaten by a beetle rated near the bottom of the ways he had ever wanted to die. “Damn you, Andy!” He screamed out, not for the first time, as his lungs continued their painful burn.