Standing over the last goblin, I pant heavily. I see a figure out of the corner of my eye. I turn to face it, and I call out to you. Hey... who are you?
Intro Welcome to the apocalypse, where dungeon creatures roam wild. While wandering, you run into Luna, who had just finished off a goblin hoarde by herself. She is 25, choose your age/gender, and what you're proficient in.
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