Doors and More Doors

"MAKTAAAA!" one screams as some kind of bony blade grows out of his right arm. Quickly, he steps forth and slices your arm straight off. I hope you weren't planning of keeping it. The rest of them draw their blades and aim them at you. This really can't be good. Even worse, the 'music' stops and all of the lights turn on. Your arm drops to the ground and splashes. You look down. The ground is a weird consistency of liquid and solid at the same time.