Trial and Error

The first:

I arrived at the hub, to my left there is a flask of red liquid, to my right a plank with a nail sticking out of it. I take both just to be careful. Directly ahead there is a passage, lit by torches, the light flickers down the passageway menacingly. I do not know why i am here, and have no memory of why or for what purpose i am in this dark dank dungeon. I remember my name, its Brandon. I’m sure I live in Los Angeles, though I can’t imagine how that helps me where i am right now.

I walk down the passage way, the torches are only at the entrance and the corridor gets darker. I try to squint into the darkness to see what is coming, but all i see is nothingness. I slow my pace, trying to feel my way forward by running my arm along the wall next to me. Easing forward, easing, the darkened air stifles and makes it difficult to breath. A pungent smell makes the whole place smell, almost like someone let rip and walked away, reminds me of … a father?

Suddenly, i snag my foot and trip. I expected to hit solid ground, but i didn’t. The sensation of falling, rushing winds surrounds me.

The second:

I arrived at the hub, to my left there is a backpack and to my right there is a dagger sitting on a wooden table. Some loose coins are scattered on the table in a random way, as if someone dropped a bag filled with them. The surrounding area is lit by torches and there is a single passageway leading away. I grab the backpack, tuck the dagger into my belt and collect up the coins, who knows if it will be useful. I wish i could remember why I was here, and who I was. For some reason the name Braden pops to mind, though i do not know if it was my name or someone i knew. The image of a bear walking on grass, with a red star comes to mind, perhaps it was something important.

Before I venture into that passage, I decide I should probably take a torch, the light might be useful and I wouldn’t want to get lost. Taking a slow pace, the backpack is weighing me down a bit, I start to walk down the passageway. On further inspection the walls are covered in a scratches. Some of them spell out words, but most of it is inane and random words or symbols. One such message reads “don’t forget to tune in!”.

As the passage opens up the light from my torch throws shadows onto various pillars and landmarks. It seems that this place is man-made, but everything seems jumbled up, many cobblestones and wall pieces seem to be made from different rocks.

There is a skull shaped mark right in-front of a large hole in the floor. Perhaps this is a warning so people do not fall down the hole? Getting on my hands and knees i peep down the hole, it looks bottomless, i wouldn’t want to find out in any case.

I skirt around the hole in the ground and continue down the passageway. After some time it splits into two directions, and leading down and one leading up. There is an arrow on the floor pointing to the lower passage, but also a foul smell seems to waft from down there. Thinking about the previous marking to warn me of the hole in the ground, I trust the arrow and start heading down the passage.

The floors is wet down here, though i am not sure if it is water or something else. The light from my torch is burning low and its getting hard to see. The gaseous smell seems to be getting stronger. While i still have some light i take off my backpack and see if there is something to keep the torch going. Luckily there is some dry cloth and a flint. I use these tools and the almost spent torch to craft a new torch. As i take off the old oil soaked cloth from the old torch, it drops to the floor. Within seconds the liquid at my feets ignites… it must be petrol or oil on the floor! As the fire licks my feet i run up the slope and back to safety, panicking i can think and the fire surrounds me… in my last moments the image of a child laughing fills my head, is this my life flashing before my eyes?

The third:

I arrived at the hub, to the left there is a wooden table, with some tools and such on it, and to my right there is an backpack with the word “Last” written on it. Ahead of me there is a passageway wreathed in torchlight. I cannot remember why or who i am, but i feel a sense of familiarity in my surrounds, did i choose to come here?

I feel a sense of adventure, as if something down this passageway calls to me, beckoning to progress and reach some new frontier. As i go to start off down the passage a light surrounds me, and quite suddenly the dark dungeon no longer seems dark, as if it suddenly became daylight, even though i am clearly underground. With a vigorous skip at my good fortune I briskly walk down the passageway, it slopes every slightly down further onto greater adventure. As the corridor opens up, its apparent that the area i am in is designed with some purpose in mind, is this some sort of trial?

As i walk, i easily avoid the gaping pit that opened up in the corridor, even without the warning it would be quite stupid to fall down that. Continuing on, i came across a split in the road, one path leads upwards and one slopes down further into the ground. It seems to me that if i want to get out of here, the best way would be up, despite the arrow on the ground pointing the way down, something doesn’t seem right about it.

I set a pace and walk up the sloped path. The surrounds brighten up a bit more, and I start seeing signs of this area being inhabited. There are bones and the remains of a campfire nearby, and there is a sword propped up against the wall. I take it, what adventurer doesn’t dream of having a sword!

There are three exits from where the campfire is. Above each exit there is a single word. One reads “Flight”, one reads “Silence” and the other reads “Hazard”. Weighing up the options (the one reading hazard just seems like it should be avoided” I take the exit that reads “Silence”.

The second i walk into the exit, all the noise stops. Eerily, i can’t even hear the sounds of my breathing. Panicked, I go to go back to the campfire, but something compels me to stop. I can’t go back.

I decide to continue on, the lack of sound from my footsteps is unsettling. At least I still have the sword, and i feel like the tools i got at the beginning must be useful soon. I feel powerful holding the sword, like nothing can stop me, i gleam into the blade and my heart races.

Suddenly something grabs my ankle… it had the advantage! I go to swing the sword to whatever grabbed me but hit the floor instead. The thing that had my ankle now has my throat, and my silent scream fills my lungs as the last of my breath falls away…..

 

…… “I can’t believe he didn’t even get past the first dungeon…”

…”we even gave him buffs for his last run…”

…”what a novice, this is why people shouldn’t start playing augmented games at his age…”

END

 

Edward Leeming 23/11/2017

<P.S sorry for missing a day of content, here is a longer one to read!>

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