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From the gurgling, tar-like muck of the swamp, they could hear the sound of bubbles reaching the surface and burping. The air stank, and though they were tired from the struggle against the muddy depths, taking deep breaths only made them gag and surrender more from their lungs.

Amidst the warbling and organic 'blurps' and 'pops' from the swamp's bubbles, a chorus of similar, but far more serious sounds emerged.

Pfwup! Pfwut! Pffwup!

One by one, the weary travelers collapsed: face-first into the welcoming embrace of the Murk.