The Call of the Coin
"Alright, ye scurvy dogs, listen up! Coin Collector’s in sight, her caverns gleamin’ with ancient coins and glittering booty! Stow yer grog and sharpen yer blades—Basilisk’s waitin’ with venom in its jaws, but we ain’t backin’ down! Sing for the gold, ye rogues, sing for the gems and shards! Hoist the sails and ready yer hearts….Mutiny’s treasure hunt begins NOW!"
Oh, gather ‘round, ye puzzle questin’ kin,
Mutiny’s whisperin’ of treasures within.
A shady contact with ancient coins to trade,
But beasts in the shadows, a perilous raid.
Set sail on this adventure, Coin Collector bold,
Replay it daily for riches untold.
Four free energies to start your fight,
But if ye need more, gems’ll light the night—
Fifty gems for five bursts of power, don’t ye forget,
To match those tiles and cheat Lady Death.
Chorus: The Hoard Awaits
Ancient coins, fifty at journey’s end,
Gems ye earn from victories, my friend.
Shards for the buyin’ from merchants sly,
Epic runes and relics, reach for the sky.
Gold’s a trickle, one thousand per run,
No blessin’s in battle, the gods think it’s fun—
No easy boons to swell your purse fat,
So hoard every drop, or ye’ll be flat broke, that!
Paths of Peril
Nine or ten clashes, health carries through,
One wound lingers, so stock potions true.
Harpy’s screech, Hellcat’s fiery claw,
Hill Giant smashin’, Centaur’s wild draw.
Fae Gifts optional, choose blessin’s wise,
To shield your heroes ‘gainst the dark surprise.
Cave Worm wrigglin’, Cockatrice stone gaze,
Iron Golem poundin’ through the haze.
Troll regeneratin’, Gnoll’s scavenger bite,
Ettin swingin’ clubs in the dead of night.
The Serpent’s Shadow
But beware the Basilisk, that scaled nightmare’s kin,
Eyes like emeralds, but venom within.
He’ll poison ye slow, damage tickin’ each turn,
Green mana flowin’, make your stomach churn.
Then comes the spit, Concentrated Venom’s wrath,
One-shot to oblivion on a low-health path—
Deep strikes when ye’re weak, extra poison lingers four rounds,
Match quick or fall, hear the dirge resounds!
Dodge with crystals, purge the toxin’s hold,
Or ye’ll join the bones in his cavern cold.
The Merchant’s Bargain
Midway ye’ll meet ‘em, the traders with wares,
Epic shards for gold—two in stock, if ye dare.
Skip if ye’re stingy, but runes build your might,
Relics from the finish, gleamin’ so bright.
No blessin’s from foes, so gold’s hard-won prize,
Farm it steady, watch your coffers rise.
Gems from the wins, ancient coins for the vault,
Buy what ye crave, never once feel the fault.
The Eternal Quest
So here’s your tale and tutorial tune,
Coin Collector’s call beneath the blood-red moon.
Battle the beasts, claim your shimmering take,
In Puzzle Quest’s world, for fortune’s sweet sake.
Replay and refine, let the matches align,
Ye’ll conquer the coin, and the glory be thine!
Be thine!