Haunted swamp, a place of horrible stench. Under the wash of the moonlight, the terrain was clearly visible. Instead of calling it a swamp, the place was more like a giant shit hole… The swamp was filled with dark brown, sticky object of refuse. They kept wiggling and bubbling to the surface, fermenting this suffocating smell. On the surface of the swamp, were many narrow muddy paths. The paths spread out like blood capillaries. They intertwined and had no fixed pattern to them but the players would need to navigate them. After the five players left the mocking forest, they arrived at the edge of the swamp.
By then, Uncle Worthless had already put on the Helm of the Pessimist. He took the step forward to stand at the front of the group, holding his breath. After some looking around, he removed the helmet and put on his glasses. He announced, "When I was wearing the helmet, a half transparent 'path of light' that is green in color will appear."
