As you leave the dark woods, clutching your trusty sword in your hands and still shaking from the harrowing battle you have just barely escaped, You gaze to the distance and see a small shack surrounded by old, withered wheat. Whoever was living in this shack had clearly left it long ago or had perhaps died and stopped attending his field. You are tired and hurting and in desperate need of rest; The shack will do.
The door creaks open slowly, stretching and ripping a large amount of cobwebs as it opens. In the faint light you can barely see the interior, which smells of damp wood and forgotten times. The air is thick, heavy with dust that stirs as you step inside. Your eyes adjust to the dimness, revealing a single room cluttered with abandoned belongings. In the middle of it you see a table with one single book laid on it. You grab the book in your hands and read the inscription - "Dungeons and Dragons Memes for Adventurous Gamers Competing for Dungeon Master"