Watching the jungle all day leaves me so tired and confused...I can't tell if I'm the jungle or the jungle is me.

Wait, that didn't come out right. I...I'm not even sure what I meant to say.

Player: "Can't you take a break?"

I really can't. We're short on help out here, and those Lepharists...no matter how many I kill, they just bring more in from somewhere.

Player: "I could help."

If you want to kill more of those fools, you're welcome to the task. I'd start with the Lepharist Research Center if I were you.

Player: Accept.

If you're looking to kill any old random grunt, try the Security Guards, Fighters, and Priests.

Oh, and while you are at it, please take care of the Pretor Pawns as well. They may not be smart, but they're just as dangerous.

Player: "Thanks for the tip."

What...!?

Oh! Hey. Don't sneak up on me again--I nearly attacked you!

Player: "I got rid of a few Lepharists..."

But there's still more, right? It never ends...I'm never going to leave this jungle, am I?