I have a complaint about the term "HATBOUND RABBITS", a term like that would be understood as that the rabbits would automatically return to the hat after being used. Anyway back to the game.
I get tired of the DARK TUNNEL and decide to take fate into my own hands. I open the game file in a text editor program and rewrite the scenario so that I'm now in a well-lit WHORE HOUSE, with any room or facilities I may need. I have an INFINITE SUPPLY OF MONEY, FOOD, WATER, and CLEAN (physically/medically/STDically?) HOOKERS, where I will indulge my danger-boner's desires until I die.
The hookers, in honor of my prowess (and the INFINITE SUPPLY OF MONEY I left behind) will throw an extravagant funeral for me, complete with a tombstone that reads "Here lies a generous man whose money was well spent. All the women came until he went." They would come back every year with my bastard offspring so they can give thanks for the comfortable lives they now live.
During this time my disembodied spirit would arrive at whatever afterlife it was destined to journey. The gatekeeper for the realm would determine that while my actions during the majority of my life were enough to qualify me for entrance, my decisions during the final stages of my life were just enough to negate it. Being unable to move on, the gatekeeper decides to let me start over with a new life. He restores my physical body, hands me some items he confirms will be needed for my journey back to life, wipes my past life from my memory, and directs me into a cave like structure nearby.
Halfway through the cave I trip, fall, and hit my head. When I wake up, I find myself in a DARK TUNNEL, with nothing but a SWORD, a BOX OF MATCHES and a HAT FULL OF RABBITS in my INVENTORY. I do not know how I came to be here, or why these HATBOUND RABBITS are getting all up in my HARE.
I hear an OMINOUS SOUND behind me.
What do I do?
Edited, Feb 5th 2012 1:09am by Shaowstrike
____________________________Shaowstrike (Retired - FFXI)
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