DND Hell

In the endless dark of the Underdark, Sisyphus is cursed to push an enormous, ancient d20 up a spiraling stone path toward a cold, unreachable light. The massive die, its faces worn and cracked with age, teeters with every shove, and the tunnels themselves shift against him — walls closing in, chittering creatures gnawing at his strength. Just as he nears the summit, the die slips from his grasp, tumbling back into the abyss as myconids sing dirges of failure and mind flayers drink in his despair.

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