*Emerges from his boggy domain*

Ah, sometimes life can bring you down!

So, Amber's fate is setting in, poor girl. And as the treacherous mud licks her's bountiful breast, its only a matter of time before she enters her muddy grave.


Freezing time, this sequence will temporary stop. Feel pity, urging to rescue this young explorer? Feel free to make an art or a paragraph to how she can be saved.

*Flips a large hour glass upside down*

Miss Amber's fate will soon be sealed.

*submerges into his domain.*