>>6244320Carl decides to tap into his drunken wisdom and slows down to search around the hallway. He squints at the gloom, but doesn’t see much. “This place sucks! Who the hell told me about this again? Fuckin asshole!” Growing more annoyed—and more sober by the minute—Carl grumbles and continues down the hallway. Maybe there's something near the end that'll help him locate the dungeon bar.
That’s when he notices something odd. Strange, evenly spaced holes along the walls. “Hmmm… holes?” he mutters, suspicious. Just then—click—Carl steps on a loose stone that sinks into the floor. “Shhhht, shhhht!” A barrage of darts whizzes past his face, inches from turning him into a New Jersey pin cushion.
Carl freezes, eyes wide. “Okay… this shit just got real.” Now fully aware of how serious things are, Carl proceeds with more caution—still determined, still buzzed, but no longer bulletproof. He creeps toward the end of the hallway, hoping whatever’s ahead will finally lead him to that damn bar.
>Screw caution run to the end of the hallway? (Bold me get you killed)>Slowly Continue forward? (Seems safe)>Drink another beer? (Only 2 left) 