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A smarter man would probably connect the dots here and recognize the correlation between stepping on the tile and the ‘<span class="mu-i">SHHHHUNK</span>’ coming from the wall. You are not a smarter man.
As the last few minutes of your misadventures have shown, however, you’re a pretty <span class="mu-i">lucky</span> man all things considered! Granted this whole situation you’ve found yourself in is pretty unlucky, but… well, you get the idea.
So rather than avoiding the remaining trap triggers, you instead just sprint as fast as your robed legs can take you across what you can only assume is a gauntlet of every nasty trap in the book… and a few that got stapled on later!
Arrows, darts, axes, large rocks, rotten fruit, you feel it all whiz past with killing intent as serrated blades lap at your heels and just overhead! A lick of flame and a spray of hissing fluids tickle your sides, but neither get a clear hit in! Ducking as you hear the creaking of a massive spiked ball on a chain, you allow yourself a quick sigh of relief as you hear it slam into some other trap creeping up behind you!
You sprint for what must be <span class="mu-i">minutes</span> before you realize the traps stop coming… part of y<span class="mu-s">OW!</span>
<span class="mu-r">STUBBED TOE COUNTER: 3</span>
Damn it… erm, part of you almost wants to look back at everything you dodged, but your head still sitting between your shoulders is enough of a reward!
… also you couldn’t see the damn traps if you wanted to. Man, what <span class="mu-i">IS</span> this place anyways?! Are you still indoors?!
As if listening in on your inner thoughts, your whole body is buffeted by a mighty gale, one that nearly sends you tumbling back into <span class="mu-r">TRAP-O-RAMA</span>! Steadying yourself on the wall, you quickly yank your hand away when it connects with another plume of flames! Where the hell are these <span class="mu-i">COMING</span> from?!
Nursing your hand, you take a few tentative steps out onto what you assume to be some kind of entry landing–a wide open, wind-worn space that must look pretty impressive… but as you take the first fresh breath of air you’ve had in a while, the small bit of solace you gain is drowned out by the sheer confusion you feel when your next few steps take you to the edge of a bluff…
And the view?
Pitch. <span class="mu-i">Black.</span>
Knocking a pebble by your feet over the edge, your fears are realized when you hear it impact on a rock shelf far below. You don’t want to believe it, but it’s hard not to at this point:
It’s not just the room you were in. It’s the whole goddamn <span class="mu-s">world</span>!
>CONTD.
