You’re standing at the bottom of a dark pit. Looking down, you notice that the floor and walls are tiled by large, granite slabs, all squares. The squares extend down the sides of you, and you calculate quickly that there must be about 10 across the floor and a whole bunch going up. (Math, particularly counting, has never been your strong suit.) A good deal of time has passed since your arrival in the chamber, so you take quick glance up- There’s a large orangeish shape about 20 feet above you, and it’s coming closer!
Stand still, staring slackjawed at the approaching juggernaut?
Throw up your arms, accepting your fate as a human pancake?
Run left, in the hopes that you can save at least one or two limbs?
Run right? Your mother always said, ‘If you’re stuck in a large stone labyrinth with David Bowie (and his package), searching for the baby you lost, always go right.’ The scenario might be different, but taking the advice surely wouldn’t end any worse than the alternatives…?
Sadly, when you start heading right, you don’t turn to find Bowie’s package near your face. What is near your face, and growing closer by the second, though, is a wall. Nonetheless, you run into the wall with as much force as you can, pressing yourself flush against it, removing yourself from the shadow of the looming object. You close your eyes as you steady your breathing, but when you open your eyes, you see the shadow’s moved to cover you once again, along with the object casting it. The object 15 feet, or so, above your head. What, now, bitch?
You run left, thinking you could escape the object that’s now only 10 feet above your little skull. Now, don’t get me wrong, you did escape the giant-ass orange block. For like… 5 seconds. You’re now standing where you were initially, with your death sentence, it seems, following you like a dog, right above your head.
‘Climb onto that conveniently located pile of bricks that is far from the orange block.’ Enter.
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‘Throw up hands.’ Enter.
Realizing your own demise is imminent, with the block 5 feet above your head and nearing, you throw up your hands. You’re not entirely sure if the action was meant to usher in death or win over some deity, last second, but you hope for the best. As it happens, you’re in luck with that best-wishing. The block rotates suddenly, the much thinner bottom finally touching down against the granite just a foot from your body. You take a few seconds to steady your breathing when you hear screeching coming from above you. Is that something blue off in the distance?
Moving this from my other blog to this one.