Rooms are packed with secret treasure or instant death. You might walk into a shop run by a disgruntled bird. He sells you ammo. He judges your fashion.
Break a chest open? It could be a Mimic. Mimics aren’t chests. They are angry, toothy ladders that want to bite you. Always shoot first.
You can also dodge-roll through tables. That’s not a mechanic—it’s a lifestyle. Roll into a pit? You die. Roll into a bullet? You live. Roll into a table? You flip it. Juicy.
