A safe alternative.

This is just too convenient to be safe, you think, pushing the cheesecake away. You look about for anything else that could satisfy your hunger. You then notice a trap door. Opening it, you see that it is the cellar. Carefully lowering your bulk through the narrow hole, you descend some stairs... and find, to your delight, a cellar full of food.

It's not fresh, and most of it looks like dehydrated rations, dried fruits, things that will last a while. Still, your stomach growls demandingly, and you quickly get to work foraging among the shelves.

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

You feast.

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