The only inhabitants are a handful of scrawny earth imps milling about. Your subterranean labyrinth is really just a couple of rooms. But for now, you're just starting out. It's your one all-consuming desire: To be the lord of the underworld. Sure, they can clear rubble and like to cook, but they're just constantly resting. At this rate, you'll be old and gray before anyone even trembles the slightest bit. Only divine intervention can help these useless creatures pick up the pace. Build a shr.
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