Tangled Green Wilds

Hrrgh! Too much flat floor and humming metal inside! You said jungle, so I hunted down the thickest thicket in the place! Out on the balcony, I found a towering terra-cotta pot packed with damp black soil and drooping leafy vines. I didn't bother looking for a ramp—I grabbed a trailing stem, kicked my boots into the mossy side, and hauled straight up! My hands sank into squishy, wet loam, splattering gritty mud across my knees. Vines tangled right into my air hoses, but I chomped my teeth, gave a furious shove, and cleared a sturdy muddy outpost right beside a drooping broadleaf!