THE FINAL BOSS OF THE VOMIT REALM IS SOME BEHEMOTH WHO CAN ONLY BE DEFEATED BY DROWNING HER IN HER OWN VOMIT. I DON’T KNOW WHY SHE IS A GIRL, MAYBE SHE IS FROM MY PAST.
The other night I went for a little jaunt around the house and for some reason everything smelled like vomit. I guessed I’d entered into the mystical vomit realm and the sole purpose of my existence, up to this point, had been to prepare for the vomit trials. This all sounded fairly realistic to me. [...]