Her prey didn’t seem ready to accept that fact just yet, and the amount of gas she was stirring up suggested she might have at least a chance of proving it wrong…but once again, the game physics didn’t seem interested in giving her that opportunity. Evidently, Roxie swallowing her opponent whole did count as finishing her, and her already-eager stomach almost instantly kicked into overdrive as the setting tried to make Ramona’s state align with what it should be—namely, defeated and dead. Ordinary growls and sloshes rapidly gave way to unnaturally powerful sizzling and roiling, the poor prey’s screams devolving from worried to frenzied as pound after pound of her audibly sloughed off into the simmering slurry below. It only took a few more seconds for her shrieks to give out completely, and not much longer for the bloated midriff to return to its usual, slightly chubby size without a sign that it had ever been full at all.



Coming up with story ideas can be a little tricky—usually I kinda have to choose whether to focus on finding a setting that enables a particular, unusual scenario, or figure out what I can do within a setting that I really want to write. But hey, sometimes the respawn abuse and casual fatal moods hit right around the same time you get into a series that loves riffing on video game mechanics and treats fighting to the death as an everyday thing...which makes ideas like this come together pretty easily!

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She was being spit-roasted alive. Slowly but surely, the Phlegethon was cooking the skewered huntress, searing her like little more than the meat prepared for a fine feast. As the minutes dragged on, each one bringing ever-greater depth to her torment, her remaining clothes burned away and flaked off, leaving her body bare to be smoked into a fine golden-brown roast. Exhaustion like she had never felt before wracked her, but the constant suffering was far too intense to grant her a moment’s rest through the descent into unconsciousness she wordlessly begged for with every moment. Already, she cursed her resilience, cursed her immortality—were she any other being, she would have fainted, she would be dead, but her desperately unwanted strength was such that she was kept alive and aware through every nightmarish instant.

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