Parasite Cavern

A faint, eerie glow spills from the gaping mouth of the cave before you, soft green light pulsing like a slow, living breath. The air is thick with damp earth and something else… something sweet, almost floral, but with an underlying musk that prickles the back of your neck. The tunnels twist beyond sight, branching into darkness, each one promising secrets, wonders... or terrors. Strange rustlings echo from within, whispers of movement, of things watching, waiting. You can’t tell if it’s the wind… or something else calling you deeper.

This is an uncharted cavern network. As a biologist specialised in troglodytic ecosystems, you are eager to explore it, study its organisms, their behaviour, their interactions, and their food web. You are fully prepared for this expedition, your backpack containing all that is needed to ensure its success.

A faint, eerie glow spills from the gaping mouth of the cave before you, soft green light pulsing like a slow, living breath. The air is thick with damp earth and something else… something sweet, almost floral, but with an underlying musk that prickles the back of your neck. The tunnels twist beyond sight, branching into darkness, each one promising secrets, wonders... or terrors. Strange rustlings echo from within, whispers of movement, of things watching, waiting. You can’t tell if it’s the wind… or something else calling you deeper.

This is an uncharted cavern network. As a hunter, a trophy collector, you are eager to explore it and bring back proofs for your skills. You are fully prepared for this expedition, your backpack containing all that is needed to ensure its success.

A faint, eerie glow spills from the gaping mouth of the cave before you, soft green light pulsing like a slow, living breath. The air is thick with damp earth and something else… something sweet, almost floral, but with an underlying musk that prickles the back of your neck. The tunnels twist beyond sight, branching into darkness, each one promising secrets, wonders... or terrors. Strange rustlings echo from within, whispers of movement, of things watching, waiting. You can’t tell if it’s the wind… or something else calling you deeper.

This is an uncharted cavern network. As a speleologist, you are eager to explore it, chart it, take pictures of concretions that have never yet been admired, and collect minerals and crystals. You are fully prepared for this expedition, your backpack containing all that is needed to ensure its success.

A faint, eerie glow spills from the gaping mouth of the cave before you, soft green light pulsing like a slow, living breath. The air is thick with damp earth and something else… something sweet, almost floral, but with an underlying musk that prickles the back of your neck. The tunnels twist beyond sight, branching into darkness.

You just robbed a bank and managed to lose the police. You have entered this forest, looking for a place to hide your treasure until the affair gets out of the news cycle. You got lucky: This cave is on no map. Nobody knows about it. The perfect place to hide for a few days. As a bank robber, you are not really used to caves and your are not really prepared for this kind of exploration. Your heavy backpack contains one million Canadian dollars. You also have a torchlight, a handgun with a silencer and 20 bullets.

A faint, eerie glow spills from the gaping mouth of the cave before you, soft green light pulsing like a slow, living breath. The air is thick with damp earth and something else… something sweet, almost floral, but with an underlying musk that prickles the back of your neck. The tunnels twist beyond sight, branching into darkness.

This forest is huge. You got lost, and of course now the rain begins to fall along with the night. The cave seems to offer a welcoming shelter to pass the night dry. As a wanderer, you are not really used to caves and you are not really prepared for this kind of exploration. Your small backpack contains a sandwhich, a canteen and a torchlight with a few spare batteries.