In order for the entire rouse to have any validity, there had to be some kind of fake backstory behind the entire thing. And as weird as it could be at a first glance, by sipping on a tea, a considerable distance away from the dungeon, I was currently making up that backstory.
Documented by ample amount of photos, videos and even streams.
Using the insane capabilities of modern technology, instead of just camping out in the wild, I even conducted some moral lessons on completely random topics. And while the rest of my group either cleaned their equipment or fried some sausages on the grill, I was just lazing around on a tourist bed.
"Hey, no sights of them yet!"
