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You begin your cunning plan by screaming like hell! It embarrasses you a little to realise how helpless and frightened you sound, but at the moment, you're in the belly of some giant worm. That's exactly how you feel! Getting your head straightened out, you push your feet and shoulders against the churning of the worms stomach walls. Repressing a desire to throw up, you manage to draw the guardsman's sword you have strapped to your waist, and, bracing yourself against the stomach walls, thrust forward into the lining.
The bucking of the worm begins immediately, and you can hear a muted roar around your prison. The downward motion you felt previously apruptly reverses, and you can feel the body of the worm convulsing around you. Heartened by the thrashing of the beast, you saw enthaustically at the walls of the stomach. There is a brilliant flash of light around the hilt of your sword, and you feel your body being slammed back and forth against the walls by the beast's convultions. Your hands and fingers sting, and it feels like a million ants are crawling over your skin.
Thrown into the dark of the worm's belly once more, you hear a faint crack and dull boom around you, and the hilt of your sword glows once more. Gripping it quickly, before your sight vanishes once more, you heave mightly at the hole you've torn in the side of the beast. With a horrible ripping, sucking sound, you can see sunlight! You can also smell the scent of roasting flesh around you. Your gorge rises inadvertantly. One last convulsion of the beast under you, and you find yoruself flying through the air, to land with a thud on the ground. It feels MUCH better than being in a worms stomach does... you descide to have a nice... rest... right... here. *Thump*
You awaken to the feel of a cool cloth pressing to your forhead, and water running down your cheeks. You open your eyes to see the concerned face of the wizard looking down at you. His goatee is singed, and his courtly tunic is blackened. He quirks a smile at you, and says "Ah. I see you have returned from the underworld's grip." You realise that your head is resting in his lap. For some reason this doesnt disturb you as much as it might. Perhaps because no matter how he behaves, he'd have to be a lot worse to qualify as that worm you just got out of.
You close your eyes again, smiling... and then realise. You can feel the grass under your butt. Your clothes must have been shredded in the monsters stomach! You're laying his the wizards lap with MAYBE scraps of clothing to preserve your modesty!
You scramble to your feet and spin to face the wizard, realizing...
Written by Aaron Smith
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