You are a Dungeon Crawler.
Taken from your prison cell, fitted with armor and thrown into a dungeon to protect those who imprisoned you.
And that's all the rest of your life will be. Unless you die, of course. Which is always a possibility. But at least try to enjoy your sentence as a Dungeon Crawler. It actually isn't that bad once you get used to it. Again, if you don't die.
The camp outside the dungeon is bustling and everyone is gearing up to face the dangers inside. Some are crying, some are training, and some are.. sleeping. What are you doing in the midst of this chaos?
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