stagnant water is slowly dripping from the ceiling of my dark dungeon. the chains that bind me to the wall are chafing on my wrists and legs. the food, if it comes at all, is unspeakably awful.

but i can put up with all this cheerfully. i'm used to it.

what i can't stand is the creaking noise that the door makes when the warder opens it. if only someone would oil that hinge, all would be fine!

or would it?