flamefrags

The darkness was absolute.Not the cool,empty dark of the Overworld night, but a hot,suffocating,crimson-tinged blackness that pressed in from all sides. The box was precisely 2 meters by 1 meter by 1 meter. A perfect, inescapable prison. “This is humiliating,” Wemmbu’s voice echoed, tight with a familiar, grating arrogance.“Trapped like a common mob. And with you.” Across the impossibly small space, Flame said nothing. He could feel the heat radiating from Wemmbu’s netherite armor,could hear the faint, shaky breath the other man was trying to control. A soft, glowing script appeared on the wall they were both facing,the only source of light: ESCAPE CONDITION:ONTERCOURSE. Wemmbu let out a sharp, disgusted laugh.“Intercourse? What is this, a bad romance novel? I’d rather respawn in the middl