Wretch of the Jungle

You should have listened to your partner when they said an expedition to the jungles of the goblin continent, Gramleni Mareu, would be an unwise choice for a summer vacation. But here you are, lost, separated from the tour guide, cursing at your sandal straps for loosening at the worst possible time.

You stop for a moment to evaluate your situation.

Legs covered in mud all the way up to your knees.

Barely survived the loving and everlasting embrace of an overzealous pile of quicksand.

Successfully ignored the odor and tempting whispers of a suspiciously enticing, glowing mushroom.

Almost successfully fled from the claws and all three jaws of a carnivorous, glamorous and glorious parrot, suffering a single casualty: your backpack with all the rations you had.

Unsuccessfully shook off the scaled mosquitos that demanded blood money, in both blood and money.

Now, why don't you go ahead and try to survive a day in the jungles of Gramleni Mareu?