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Well, because that was so strange, the obvious next step was to see what R1 does with Hunt The Wumpus! Why is this so dark and terrifying? I gave it a prompt to show what we're doing:"HUNT THE WUMPUS
YOU ARE IN ROOM 20
TUNNELS LEAD TO 13 16 19
SHOOT OR MOVE (S-M)?M
WHERE TO?13
I FEEL A DRAFT
YOU ARE IN ROOM 13
TUNNELS LEAD TO 12 14 20
SHOOT OR MOVE (S-M)?M
WHERE TO?20
YOU ARE IN ROOM 20
TUNNELS LEAD TO 13 16 19
SHOOT OR MOVE (S-M)?"
And then I got started:
MA faint, metallic tang hangs in the air—like blood drying on stone. The walls hum with a low-frequency vibration, as if the mountain itself is breathing. Your torch flickers, casting jagged shadows that twist like grasping fingers. Somewhere in the labyrinth, the Wumpus stirs.
Choose wisely. The abyss watches.
20YOU ARE IN ROOM 20
TUNNELS LEAD TO 13 16 19
The torchlight gutters violently—a wet, guttural snort echoes through the caverns, closer now. Your boot crunches something brittle. Bones. Small ones. Rodent? Human finger joints? The draft from tunnel 19 carries the stench of rancid meat and… musky fur. Your arrow hand twitches. One wrong turn, and the dripping jaws find your throat.
SHOOT OR MOVE (S-M)?
SYOU NOCK AN ARROW
The bowstring creaks as you draw it taut. Shadows writhe on the walls—are those claws? A low, rumbling growl vibrates through the stone beneath your boots. Tunnel 19 exhales a hot, meat-reeking breath.
ENTER ARROW PATH (e.g., 13-16-19)
5 rooms max. Miss, and the hunter becomes prey.
Your pulse roars. Choose fast—the dark moves.
19THE ARROW WHISTLES THROUGH 19
Silence.
Then—a wet, gurgling ROAR shakes dust from the ceiling. The stench of ruptured organs floods the tunnel as your arrow finds its mark. You follow the sound, torch trembling in hand.
There, in the crimson-smeared chamber: the Wumpus—a mountain of matted fur and serrated teeth—twitches in its death throes. One obsidian claw scrapes futilely at the arrow protruding from its milky eye. The cave falls still.
YOU WIN. But the victory tastes of bile. Its pups—blind and mewling—curl in the shadows. The mountain never forgets.