The Fabulous Adventures of Chadwick Fosco Fuzzbottle III - Day 3

Well Fosco old boy, what have we gotten ourselves into, eh?
Hot, hotter, holy fuck it's hot! Then cold and then back.....make up your damn mind creepy shadow desert that seeps into my soul.
Can't see a damn thing, and everything I reach out to is cold and weird and tricksy in a sick and shadowy way.
I feel like I'm being pulled into it...not sure why, something is calling out but I can't hear it, I just sense it.....
I can't see a damn thing.
Ho hum, what is done is done.
Ho hum, what is done is done, that's what Fosco says.
Creepy wraiths, some rotting celestial flew overhead and tried to bury us, but this little band of intrepid
problem solvers dodged that one without a hitch, they make Fosco look good.
This should be a breeze at this pace.......
Oh boy some insane skull in the desert. Nothing there, well at least Fosco can't sense anything, but these undead are tricksy and very creepy.
Wait, what's wrong with San.....San can you hear me? What's going on? San replies "Can't move, big undead"
Ho hum, what is done is done, that what Fosco says.