The echo of my roar bounces off my cave as it makes it way to the outside, the sound getting ever more disrupted as it travels along. One time I hoped that the echoes would lead me to the exit. That was < insert long amount of time > ago. Without a sense of day and night, the world’s biorhythm is decided by me, which itself is a divine power and it at least makes me God of this cave. Without my being here, this cave would not be in my mind, therefore I am its creator, therefore I am its master! (Did that just blow your mind? Good!)
The night I ended up in here, I had been out drinking fermented oxblood and on my zigzagging way home, I got lost and took a wrong turn, decided to continue, because I thought I could just walk around the earth and try and take the right turn, but then after a while, I saw a big black hole and made the questionable decision to venture inside. When I woke up, I found myself in a huge cave, with no clear way out. I started looking for a way to get out, attempting to retrace my steps. But that’s oxblood for you, you can’t remember anything and the next day, you’re half-sure to end up with a paralysed tongue and an STD. Luckily, my tongue and junk were OK, but the black-out was severe.
However long it took, I made the decision that giving up is futile. Without a magic dolphin appearing to tell me where the exit is (through echolocation), I’ll probably spend the rest of my days here. There’s water aplenty, moss and rats to eat. I’m the God of the cave!
I wonder if rat blood can also be fermented…