After a moment of fumbling about, you manage to get your lighter out of your back pocket.
One, two, three flicks. It's not lighting.
Four, five, six, seven: sparks.
Eight, nine: a light glows.
Eager to escape your confines, you hold the lighter to the fabric of the bag between your feet. You wouldn't want to be stuck in the bag while it was on fire... Best to burn out the bottom and get out pronto.
And so it did. The bag lit and crackled and shriveled and ebbed into an empty space, dropping you into the gaping abyss. A ravine, to be exact.
Time slowed as you plummeted to your death, just enough for you to catch sight of a figure watching you fall from the top of the cliffs.
Game Over.
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Futile Trials
AdventureThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
