Your ears twitch as you hear a loud click when you put your foot down. You immediately freeze up when you hear that noise, and when you look down, your heart starts racing. You've stepped right on a little pressure plate! You try to run, but before you can even take three steps, the floor gives way beneath you! You let out a scream as you fall down into a pit, only to hit a pile of pillows on the bottom.
You can hear Putrina giggle and speak to the audience as the floor closes back, leaving you trapped in darkness. "Ooohh! Looks like Adrian's off to a pretty rough start, folks! Our fine foxy friend has just fallen into a stink pit! Now for those of you who are new, allow me to explain. The stink pit will start to fill up with a randomized stench. Every second, the smell will get thicker and thicker, and it'll keep filling with stink for five minutes! If Adrian here manages to last five minutes, he'll be released from the trap! If he faints, he'll still be let out, but he'll be nice and vulnerable for our guardian friends to find him!"
You audibly gulp as you hear a hiss from inside your pitch black prison. No doubt that sound means the stink is being dispensed! You take a curious whiff, only to immediately regret it! You fall back on your ass and whimper as you clutch your sensitive canine nose. Ugh! The room is being flooded with a rotten, eggy stink that could only be farts! You start to tear up from the horrid stench and are about to breathe through your mouth when you remember that mouth-breathing, unless neccesary after strenuous physical activity, is grounds for an automatic knockout! You'll have to relinquish hold of your nose if you want to breathe!
Knowing that it'll be worse if you hold your breath and gasp for air later when your lungs can't take it, you bite the bullet and take your hands from your nose. As you breathe in again, you let out a soft whimper at the horrific smell. It really is getting worse!
"Oooh! Poor Adrian doesn't seem to be handling this very well! Come on, it's only been thirty seconds! You can last five minutes, can't you?"
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