Points: Cozy things you would love to gift to your fellow pomists to comfort them in Hell, but which vanish into thin air as soon as you hand it over..

Round 1: I Do Not Want To, PAM I Am.
Write a Bob and Wheel about how PAM came to be.

Round 2: A Canned Glimmer of Hope.
Exchange a very distinct smell to another pomist. Write an eight line echo pome (fitting for being in a cave) about you hallucinating about this smell.

Round 3: And we came, finally, to the ice caverns.
Write a breccbairdne to plot a new escape which outsmarts PAM and, hopefully, gets you out alive.