A Point is Made
Well, now they've done it. They got you angery. You let out a shrill
scream. The men carrying you whip their hands over their ears. You
float on your back in mid- air. The ropes binding you wither and snap.
You gently descend on to the ground. The crowd stands back in a
huddle. What to do now? Aha! You notice the lonely gallows. The nooses
sway in the breeze. The crowd gapes as the nooses magically untie
themselves and go flying at the crowd! The people try to scramble
away, but you hold them back. The nooses lasso three people. You raise
them into the air. They dangle helplessly, choking on their own
tounges. You drop them finally, and they land with a thud on the
ground. You release the crowd and people race into their houses,
frightened to ever go out again. You now stand alone. Well, it seems
you've made your point. You stride over to the stake and the ashes
scatter at your command. You pick up the coin and gaze at it. You
think to yourself. Should you leave or explore
further???
