Escape And Seek Revenge On The Author!
Oh shit you had to pick the red one.
Why did you pick red?
I will tell you why! Because red is the most popular color picked in situations like this. That is why I decided to make this room a death trap.
You see I want to kill as many people as possible, because if people actually make it to the end of this story they get to kill me, and I really need to prevent that. So you learned a lesson the hard way this time.
Anyway you open the red door way and walk in. Of course the door closes behind you.
You a doorway up ahead with a door knob, and you walk up to it to turn the knob.
The knob falls off in your hand and a flame shoots out from what could be a torch. You step back afraid. You turn back and try to bang the door down from whence you emerged. Unfortunately for you your screwed. The gas hisses up from the floor and fire spreads. The heat is unbearable as you squeeze against the wall. Your being cremated alive now. I laugh as I watch you cook to death from the hidden camera in the roof. You try to lie down in the corner to hold out as long as you can, but you just fall down out of air and over heated.
Your unconscious body burns as I turn up the flames. I take your ashes out and dump them in the litter box for my cat. This defiantly was not your day.
BTW: I win again!
Why did you pick red?
I will tell you why! Because red is the most popular color picked in situations like this. That is why I decided to make this room a death trap.
You see I want to kill as many people as possible, because if people actually make it to the end of this story they get to kill me, and I really need to prevent that. So you learned a lesson the hard way this time.
Anyway you open the red door way and walk in. Of course the door closes behind you.
You a doorway up ahead with a door knob, and you walk up to it to turn the knob.
The knob falls off in your hand and a flame shoots out from what could be a torch. You step back afraid. You turn back and try to bang the door down from whence you emerged. Unfortunately for you your screwed. The gas hisses up from the floor and fire spreads. The heat is unbearable as you squeeze against the wall. Your being cremated alive now. I laugh as I watch you cook to death from the hidden camera in the roof. You try to lie down in the corner to hold out as long as you can, but you just fall down out of air and over heated.
Your unconscious body burns as I turn up the flames. I take your ashes out and dump them in the litter box for my cat. This defiantly was not your day.
BTW: I win again!
