Three days deep in the Cavern of Echoing Lust, and the isolation does things to you. Found an ancient fertility idol today. The way its stone hands cup its own swollen pussy, fingers digging into the carved folds… it’s got me thinking. Not about relics. About how badly I need a real, living cock to grind against until I scream. The kind of deep, rhythmic pounding that makes you forget your own name. My Dummies are great for a fight, but they’re shit at this. Back to the surface tomorrow. Someone better be ready to fuck the darkness right out of me.