The jungle is not a pleasant place at all, filled with death traps only. Everything is set to go, so one must use stuff sparingly. Conversely, if everything I need exists as a keycard then for every time I need anything I would have to retrieve the keycard from hell. It is that hard. Other than that we have mazes women objects of desire gold super natural powers that this places uses to lure and kill. That’s the only end game, it is indeed the devils playground, home to the anti christ, if you believe in God.

Bosses mightier than you, spectacular, wild, bitches screeching wahling howling like rape scenes, a brothel, so audacious that it has no way back for you.

It stays dark cloudy brown like gravy stains, nothing can clean the sun over here. Walls creeking bending turning like a reverberating factory making ice or boiling water endlessly. Verses incantations sermons fumes deadly haye volumes nothing is made out of pure haye like this jungles hell. Only once you come down here after years of futile search for the illusive, do you realise that it is a flatland, a perfect game preserve of hell.

People all gods of monsters demons, all those you once knew, just naked in confession all the time, even minor details. No sir ee, this is no space mission, no interstellar phenomenon, just hell.