inflation · dungeon crawler · rpg · body horror · fantasy · trap mechanics · surreal · adventure · grotesque · magical setting
The colossal stone doors shudder open with a sound like a dying giant's sigh, releasing the tomb-breath of ages. Flickering torchlight licks at carvings of bloated, drifting forms etched into the walls. You stand on the threshold, the weight of your own choices settling in your bones. Legends tell of fortunes waiting below, and of adventurers who returned as immense, air-swollen ghosts—or who never returned at all. Now, here, you can't shake the thought: will you emerge a legend, you? Or will you become so inflated with stolen air that you can never leave? The darkness stretches out a hand.