MidReal Story

Ensnared in Serpentina's Realm

Anonymous

Jan 10

Scenario:Ich bin Jan und 23 Jahre alt. Ich bin ein normaler Typ der jeden gag arbeitet. Eines Tages erscheint plötzlich ein portal vor mir und bringt mich in eine andere Welt. Es sieht wie eine Fantasie welt aus einem Film aus. Als ich durch eine Dschungel gehe, werde ich von mehreren Lamias gefangen genommen. Sie sperren mich in den Kerker zu anderen Menschen. Die lamia Königin Serpentina will uns dann später fressen. Ich muss irgendwie ausbrechen und wieder in meine Welt zurückkehren.

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Ich bin Jan und 23 Jahre alt. Ich bin ein normaler Typ der jeden gag arbeitet. Eines Tages erscheint plötzlich ein portal vor mir und bringt mich in eine andere Welt. Es sieht wie eine Fantasie welt aus einem Film aus. Als ich durch eine Dschungel gehe, werde ich von mehreren Lamias gefangen genommen. Sie sperren mich in den Kerker zu anderen Menschen. Die lamia Königin Serpentina will uns dann später fressen. Ich muss irgendwie ausbrechen und wieder in meine Welt zurückkehren.

Elara Voss

fellow prisoner and skilled warrior from the fantasy world, ally to Jan and other prisoners, athletic build with long silver hair and sharp features.

Serpentina

lamia queen with sinister intentions, antagonist to Jan and other prisoners, tall with shimmering scales and piercing eyes, cunning and ruthless.

Jan Miller

ordinary guy turned adventurer, relationships with other prisoners and Serpentina, average build with short brown hair, determined and resourceful.

One moment I was walking home from the grocery store, and the next I was standing in the middle of a dense jungle.

I swear to God, one minute I had my cart full of eggs and bread and was heading out the sliding glass doors, and the next I was standing in the middle of a damned jungle.

It was like something out of a movie.

The last thing I remember was hearing a weird rumbling sound, and then I felt myself being pulled toward something.

The next thing I knew, I was here.

There were thick vines all around me and tall trees that blotted out most of the sunlight.

The air was thick and humid, and I could hear all sorts of animal sounds in the distance.

"Hello?"

I said.

"Is anybody here?"

There was no answer.

I turned in a circle, looking around.

There was nothing but more vines and more trees.

"What the fuck?"

I muttered.

I sit on the cold, damp floor of the dungeon, my back against the rough stone wall.

The dim torches flickering above cast eerie shadows on the faces of the other prisoners huddled nearby.

Elara Voss, her silver hair catching the faint light, crouches beside me, her eyes locked on mine.

"We need a plan," she whispers, her voice steady despite our dire situation.

I nod, my gaze drifting to the others, their faces etched with fear and desperation.

The air is thick with the stench of mold and sweat, and I can feel the weight of our collective anxiety.

"Serpentina will come for us soon," Elara continues, her eyes sharp with determination.

I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, and focus on the task at hand.

We discuss possible escape routes, considering the guards' patrol patterns and the layout of the dungeon.

Elara sketches a rough map in the dirt with a stick, marking potential weak points in our captors' defenses.

As we finalize our plan, I notice the subtle nods and whispered agreements from the others, their faces set with determination.

Suddenly, footsteps echo down the corridor, growing louder with each passing second.

My heart skips a beat as I glance up at Elara, her eyes flashing with warning.

I rise to my feet, my muscles tensing in anticipation.

The others follow suit, their movements swift and silent.

We stand frozen, our eyes fixed on the corridor entrance, as the footsteps draw closer...