[JOHAN WOLFF] – [NICHOLAS A. OSTHEIMER]

‘Hello. No I can’t see you but I’m aware you’re watching me. Not one of the Player-Gods then. They follow rules. Mostly.

The only ones allowed on each floor are either them, the ones they created and recycle or kidnap and bring here.

Like me. Kris is forced to be in this place. Unless you mean the other one. He’s crazy. She. She’s crazy. I mean it. It’s crazy.

What do you want from me?‘

[Beneath Nightmare Dungeon Player Johan Wolff talking via remote interview procotcol due to quarantine status of dungeon.]

…You owe me something. Life inside this dungeon is an exchange. You kill to live, to eat to survive. The Operating System has been set up to recycle all organic and inorganic materials over and over. Great attempt at recycling.

I got it. Intel. This floor is one of the more dangerous ones. You engage or hurt a single person, and I use that term loosely, here and they swarm you. You can kill them and cut them up and they do. not. stop.

Unless I use Kris but that’s a last option resort. Hijacking the Operational System is like shooting a flare into the sky on an open ocean.

But upside down. In Deep Water. Vertical depths. More like it shoots beneath the waves and hits a leviathan in the depths and…are you real?

You have to tell me if you’re real. I’ve been here longer than I can even remember and everyone here is fake. Except for my two best friends. Who are…Kris and…this is a trick isn’t it.

Wud? Old Wud? Are you playing mind games with me again? I told you the last time I killed you to leave me alone.

Accessing this level is hard enough, navigating it without hurting a single herd individual is harder. I need these resources to live. This entire dungeon is stretched as it ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Got you. Got you real good. You imagined I went cra-zy for a second. Heh. Hehehehehehe. For a pretend voice inside my head you sound normal. Imagine if TBIA Entertainment chose to do viewings on this place.

Yeah. I miss watching movies. Never a fan of the horror stuff. In answer to your question I preferred the mystery stuff. The way out weird theories and the group of friends who investigate anonamolous events.

The theories they have are literally out of this world. People being kidnapped and used for experiments and made into superhumans. I mean…I was sent here by Andy Darr to be a tool by humans turned into PG’s. Can’t really say their name out loud. Just. In. Case.

Nice chat. Can you give me the intel now on how far ahead the herd individuals are into this town? The next part is a little tricky. Thanks imaginary fake voice of doom! Good luck leaving this place alive!