when will it end

Doom decided that he'd give this place one more chance before turning tail and heading off to someplace else, hopefully free of this crazy shit happening. He couldn't explain it himself, but he hadn't seen anything like it until he came here, so he couldn't help but believe that it was specific to this place. He supposed it could be happening all over the place, but it just seemed strange to him that it would happen as soon as he gets to this place. Everyone else seemed convinced that it wasn't normal however, but it still didn't make him feel any better.

Perhaps walking around in the swamps wasn't a good idea for someone who wanted to avoid the creepy fireflies, glowing mushrooms and crystals, and whatever those voices were. Thankfully, none seemed to be particularly attached to him today and he couldn't be more happy about it. With winter coming to an end soon, it unfortunately had no effect on the weather and so the mucky water that he trudged through was cold, but thankfully not frozen. Searching for a large enough plot of land to rest on, Doom moved through the swamp carefully in case any of the strange creatures with glowing patterns or whatever else decided to haunt him got spooked.

"Speech."