Escape!

Escape! Nice try. You sit and think about how to escape. Finally you come up with a plan. "This will work," you think to yourself. The time comes, and you implement your plan. It works! You are outside the cell, outside the dungeon, outside the castle...Wait, what's that red stuff on your pants? Could it be your own blood pouring from the large gaping hole in your chest where an arrow has pierced it from behind? Yes, that's what it is. Ouch. That really hurts. For some reason you think falling would be a good idea, and clutching the arrow as well, or at least you must think that those are good ideas, because that's what you do. Whoa. Darkness is closing in, and you really don't feel too good anymore. As the world fades to black, you hear a strong, masculine voice say "And we would have let you come back for a visit if you had just stayed in your cell for 50 years..." Then...nothing. You are given the option to reincarnate and try again. Perhaps this time a more peaceful approach is in order? Unless you like arrows through your chest...

Thou mayest leave a message here which will get to the lord of this realm, via e-mail. You get an odd thought as you stand here: "This is all somehow related to or provided by Geocities."