#i took a couch nap and dreamed this up as a point n click adventure sorry

[transmechanicus]

Seeking the far horizons of physical sensation, you boldly thrust into the keyhole of the Dragon Ruins chest. You feel a cold, gritty atmosphere, delicate motes of crystallized magic a strange sensation on skin not usually left exposed. This mild discomfort is eclipsed utterly not a moment later by the singular agony of a ravenous Pest sucking your length deep into its voracious mandibles, savaging you from afar for several minutes until you die helplessly of blood loss, shock, and pain.