It is commonly accepted among demons that there is no way out of Hell.
As it turns out, the laws on bringing other places there are not as strict, since there is an exception. The Garden.
When this was first discovered by some small band of Demons, a bunch of weirdos calling themselves the Dance Jenerals, it was just an interesting fact.
It would be foolish to drag it all down at once and besides, the place is bathed in the energy of creation itself, anathema to us demons.
But turns out, if you pluck a small part, a mere thicket from the whole, it is possible to step foot inside without immediately puffing into smoke.
So, when the DJs cracked the code and figured out that following a certain rhythm staved away the withering energy, some demons took to plundering the Garden. And they found a mighty bounty indeed. No useless gold and jewels, but fruits. Actual food, with very interesting properties when ingested by our kind. Demons regenerate, and so can’t starve to death, but still we starve. We hunger.
The DJs are now one of the major players in Hell, and those who run into the thickets they bring down are an odd, mixed bunch, seeking thrill, power, glory, or any number of things, really. Running, or more accurately dancing through a Thicket is dangerous, but today is as easy as it gets, which is why you’re here.
The Jenerals have a new recruit who’s here to bring down his first thicket and hold it there for [10 turns] for some examination or something. For newbie runners such as you, this is as easy as it gets, assuming nothing goes wrong.
You guys are canaries. Go in and see if it poofs you on the spot. If it doesn’t, grab all that you can carry and get out before the thicket dissolves you or gets pulled back up and you lose all that juicy, fruity loot!
This Thicket is small, but it is the Garden all the same. Do not expect a walk in the park.