The Tomb (Not finished rating may chnge)

         The dank air that occupies the cellar fills your lungs as you slowly breathe in, breathe out, trying to calm yourself, but you
can't help but feel like the mist is entrapping you, working its way around your body to entrap you. You try to push the thought out of
your head, but its no good. To find your happy place while inching along this dark cellar is akin to finding a needle in a haystack. You
come across a fork in the tunnels, one path that leads left, and another that leads right. You can't quite remember which path is correct,
but you do remember hearing about the right tunnel being the correct tunnel. On second thought, it might have been the left tunnel that
was correct. You go back and forth about this a couple times, and decide that the true memory isn't going to become clear, just more
ambiguous. Which path will you choose? (1)

         (1A) Choose the right tunnel (sorry, you must choose this option, I haven't written the other)
         (1B) Choose the left tunnel

         (1A) You confidently choose the right tunnel, remembering the time you were told that you should always trust your gut instinct.
When did that actually happen? It doesn't matter, the choice has been made and there will be no going back for you, partly because of
your confidence, and partly because you stepped on a pressure plate that activated a falling ceiling (with spikes, mind you) to presumably
send you a very personal greeting message. Unfortunate for you, your sole illumination that was your lamp got crushed in the event of you
dodging the falling ceiling, so now you must muster enough courage to reach your destination, in the pitch black dark, under an unknown
amount of land, in a place where you will never be found if you don't make it out alive. What will you do? (2)

         (2A) Curl up against the wall and cry your heart out
         (2B) Continue your journey

         (2A) You proceed to flail your arms around the corridor until one hits the closest wall, sit down, now upset not only from your
situation but now because you just jammed your fingers, and quickly begin to soak your shirt in saliva and tears. You do this for about an
hour, sit around for another fifteen minutes. You stand up, realizing that you have no other option other than to move forward.

         (2A)(2B) Feeling a little lonely, you continue your hunt for the treasure that will set your father free. That is why
you're down here - some bandits have taken your father hostage, and asked YOU to do their bidding (of course they would, your mother died
when you were so young, an only child). So they took you and gave you a lamp and sent you down into this damp grave that reeks of stale
air and ancient corpses.

         As you are traveling for a while and begin to feel drowsy, you start to get a little paranoid from the blackness, as if the
darkness has penetrated you mind, going through your ears, because you can hear things, too.