How High Can You Get?

Level Four: Hell Trip

1370 Avenida de Mayo – Buenos Aires, Argentina.

100 Meters.

Jumpman was startled awake and found himself chained by the neck with heavy, metal links.   Locked next to him was DK.   To Jumpman's relief, both of them appeared to be alive and well.  Well, alive at least.  Jumpman looked around to realize he and DK were not alone.  In fact, they were chained by the neck along with ten other players.  And those ten other players were also chained to each other.

They were all twelve seated on a marble floor in a stone hallway with high walls and wearing nothing but their underwear.  Some of them in their boxers, others in their briefs.  One strange fellow was crouched down in his tighty whiteys.  Then... Out of the darkness and in front of a cloud of fog and smoke came a ridiculous, hairy man dressed as a ridiculous, hairy goat. He galloped towards them but remained at a safe distance and clopped his hooves caround in circles over the cold, stone floor.

The goat man giggled for way too long before he finally spoke.

"Hello contestants," he said, in a ridiculous voice.   "On the floor before you is a sheet of acid with twelve hits.  One for each of you.  Seven hits are good and will give you the trip of a lifetime.  Five are so strong, so very potent, that you will go temporarily insane.  These hits are random and no one knows which are good and which are evil.  Each of you, take one hit and pass the sheet to the contestant beside you until all of the hits have been consumed.  Go on!  Do it!"

The goat man danced in a circle for self-gratification before continuing.

"I hope you enjoy your trip through hell!  Only the lucky seven will have the honor of uniting with the Pleiads in paradise tonight!  Good night to you all and good luck!"

With this the goat man galloped back into the darkness from whence he came and the twelve contestants were left still chained in their underwear.  Jumpman was the first player in the chain gang so he broke off his hit, placed it on his tongue to dissolve and then passed the sheet to DK on his right.

Each hit was designed with a pixilated 8-bit image of a sledgehammer.  They all looked exactly the same.  They all smelled the same.   They all even tasted the same.  There was no way to tell which was the good trip and which one was the evil.  Only time would decide.

After each player took their hit and the sheet was totally consumed, a very old door clicked and creaked open.  Out came Lady in a black, leather sleeveless outfit with thigh high boots.  She had a set of golden skeleton keys attached to her hip and Jumpman could not stop staring at her indescribable beauty.  She looked directly at him and a warmth came over every inch of his body.  But, that warmth quickly vanished.

Appearing from behind Lady was a trio of terrifying, raven-haired dominatrices all wearing dog-shaped glowing gas masks.   Each had a long, leather whip and they moved in tandem like a sexy Cerberus.  Without warning, they began to whip the players from behind.  All twelve swiftly jumped up and began following behind Lady down the marble hallway in a direct line as she walked triumphantly in front of them.  Her heels clicking with power as the three dominatrices lashed their whips at the bare backs of the twelve remaining players.

Jumpman, being in the front of the chain gang, tried to call out to Lady.

"Lady," he whispered between the cracking of lashes and screams of pain.  "Lady. Hey. It's Jumpman."

Like she didn't know.

After a few more pestering whispers, Lady stopped in her place.  She turned to face him and walked forward with a few, dominant paces.  She slapped him as hard as she could across his face.