The walls? The floors? Marbleized fat caps. The ceiling drips… au jus.
Your sword is useless here. Your fireball will just make things delicious . dungeon of meat
Roll for initiative… and appetite.
Who’s entering the Dungeon of Meat with me? 🍖🐉 The walls
You wake up on cold, wet stone. The air smells like smoke, searing fat, and something sweet . This isn’t a normal dungeon. There are no goblins, no traps, no treasure chests filled with gold. dungeon of meat
🥩🔪 Welcome to the Dungeon of Meat – No Rogues, No Rangers, Just Ribs.