Questlog: Into the Giga Dungeon™—Part II

For Part I & the background of this adventure, see this post!

After sneaking through the side gate of the Tesla Giga Dungeon™, I encountered a gaunt bone-guard. Summoning my nerve & charisma, I chat with the poor fellow—he is trapped, after all, working in death for a boss who seems to loathe life. I notice his safety helmet, emblazoned with that miserable Tesla “T.” For a moment, I almost imagine I see a pupil flicker behind it, as if it saw, or someone saw through it. Impossible…but then the bone-guard reveals that he worked here in life, too. For a century, he has labored in the Giga Dungeon™, another seeming impossibility!

I nod, humoring him, but he makes a request, a terrible plea. He died, here in the Giga Dungeon™, & wishes two things: his freedom, & its destruction. I tell him I will not kill him; he reminds me that he is dead already, & working as a bone-guard for a business-bastard is no life at all. He thrusts his standard-issue sword into my hands, & nods; before I strike, I ask his name. He shakes his head, saying he will not “let Father Elon have it.” I wonder, but ask no more. I strike true, letting the dead man lie.

I head down the stairs, toward the “Employee Oubliette.” A metaphor?, I ponder. Irony, perhaps? The whole place feels like an “employee oubliette,” or maybe an inverse—not a place for people to be forgotten, but a place where it is forgotten that they are people. I notice a ragged poster of “Father Elon” on the wall, warning that he “watches all.” Is this Elon himself? One of his Husks? Something stranger? I suppose I shall find out soon, if I survive my descent. I pray I have no further use of blades…

Part III, next week!

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Happy Lunar New Year!

Another year of Moons began on Saturday—what a lovely thing! The Solar calendar does the job, I suppose, but I find the Moon much cooler, in every way. ‘Tis meet & well that so many mortals still honor the Mahina; for ye that do, I hope the celebration has been a happy one, & wish ye many fine Moons to come!

Thank ye for reading, mortals! Take care out there, in this messy world, & I shall write ye again come Wednesday. I cannot wait to tell ye of this week’s guest!

Cheers,
Amoenus Franco
Writer, Wizard, Mooniac