Choose Your Own Nuthouse
Oh dear lord…how stupid are
you?!?! Dive in?!?! Umm…hello? Do you not remember the “…lake,
normally full of laughing, splashing, happy people during the day is
this night full of screaming, thrashing,
skin-melting-off-of-their-bodies-in-blinding-agony people?” And you
want to join them!?!?
Well, fine. Sicko.
You run up to the lake, take off
your shoes and socks, take everything out of your pockets, strip off
your shirt and dive into the boiling blood.
Immediately you are racked with
pai…actually, it feels kinda good.
All of your previously suppressed
sadism blossoms inside you and you begin a physical
transformation. Your skin turns red. Wings sprout from your
back, horns from your forehead. With a single thought, a
pitchfork appears in your hand. Apparently, you are a demon
yourself, who knew?
You fly up out of the lake and
look down upon it. You see your friends being tortured in the
boiling lake. Yeah, they are suffering quite badly, but you know
what? They could be suffering more. You fly down and begin
to poke your friends in the head with your pitchfork.
You are giggling to yourself as
you poke your friends when suddenly a shining arrow tears through your
wings. Another goes through the wrist that is hold your
pitchfork. You plummet into the boiling lake.
Turns out that one of your
friends was actually a demon hunter the same way you were a
demon. The lake unleashed his demon hunting abilities (one of
which seem to be the ability to conjure up holy arrows) the same way it
unlocked your demon abilities.
As you surface in the lake one
final arrow pierces your skull, killing you instantly. Sucks to