Dear Diary,
Today we went through the first “boss” floor that was actually difficult. There was the giant fish thing we’d been warned about, and then he had a horde of smaller fish monster things that I’m pretty sure were based on piranhas.
It… was not fun. Next time we’re gonna turn ourselves invisible and teleport as far as possible. If only to avoid the poison claws.
No one died, but I came really close. I think Mika came second closest. Thankfully the floor after that was just a forest with wolves and owls, so that was easy. Not even dire wolves. I haven’t been able to make any meatballs, so I just dumped raw hamburger meat in front of them. They seemed to like it, or at least it occupied them enough that we were able to get halfway across the floor before they noticed.
I don’t like killing dog-shaped things, since we’re friends with the dire wolves on Floor 94. I know we’re kinda supposed to, but it makes me feel bad. Plus I don’t like killing things anyways.
Anyways, I’m tired from that big fight, but I had to write about it.
Goodnight, Dungeon!
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The Floor 60 Catgirls tended to their duck pond, making sure their ducks were happy and healthy. Or, as healthy as ghost ducks could be. The one real duck, wearing a tiny bow tie, was probably the healthiest duck in the entire dungeon.
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Gigi called to the real duck, holding out a new tie. The ties tended to get soggy and gross after three or four days, so they changed them every other day. Today it was Gigi’s day to change the tie.
The duck came running over, nibbling at her tail as she knelt down, petting him. She gave him an offering of bread crumbs before unclipping the back of the old tie. As she touched it, the bow went from pink to orange.
Then she slid the new tie over the duck’s head. The duck briefly ruffled his feathers, letting the band slide under them. That done, she gave him more bread and pats, and stood to go back to her inn.
She happened to glance up, and saw a group of players coming through the entrance. Panicking, Gigi ran to the diner.
“Players are here!” she shouted, running through the door.
The other five catgirls stared at her, their tails poofing in alarm.
“Already?”
“Are you sure?”
“How?”
As a group, they ran into the plaza. Seeing the players getting closer, they panicked more and ran for their shops. Gigi dove through the door of her inn, sliding behind the desk.
She arranged herself as was expected, smiling in the proper innkeeper way. She shoved her notebook full of doodles into a drawer and pulled out the Official Ledger for her inn.
After a few minutes the group of players walked in. They were all catpeople. Gigi hesitated, foggy memories playing in the back of her mind.
The catgirls paused when they saw her, tilting their heads and squinting. They looked between themselves, then the blue one stepped forwards.
“…Dorothy?”