Here’s one I wrote for the Patreon and then worked to put some more flesh on it here. It’s had some time to marinate.
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A Legend now I’ll tell
(A Legend? No. Not even a spell.
It’s simply a sad truth:
My friend decided to be devoured in her youth.)
See, my friend’s gimmick
Is being eaten by a Mimic.
It doesn’t seem that fun to me.
But she does it repeatedly.
“I wouldn’t invest
In that particular chest.”
I say unconvincingly
As she’s devoured in front of me.
Other Thieves carry kits and esoteric lotions;
She mostly carries Healing Potions.
Uppers? Downers? Stims?
Nope. She’s busy regrowing limbs.
She was rather laconic
Defeating something Draconic.
She’s clearly obsessed
With this mimicky chest.
“There’s no treasure there!”
I say (to her hair –
Her face, I lack,
She’s turned her back.
She’s almost got the thing unlocked.
I turn my head so my view is locked.
I’d rather be climbing naked through thistles
But instead I ready my Magic Missiles.
…yep! That’s the screaming!
No treasure; just a seeming.
The Mimic’s swallowed her halfway.
Our Cleric’s gonna really need to pray.
…I add the dead Mimic to our collection
And we proceed with her resurrection
Then on to another battle, where, if we win
Perhaps we’ll unlock an evil Djinn.
Or open a Tome meant to be unread;
Or touch the corpse and wake the Undead.
Either our lives are a disaster
Or our Thief truly hates our Dungeon Master.
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