Sorry buddy, no weapons.Explore North.
Instead of an untimely suicide, you go North.Whoa! From near death to
total life! In front of you is a vast expanse of garden.There are
caterpillars caterwhauling upon the ivy and copper centipedes riding a
rocking-horsefly about an inch from your nose.While you feast your
eyes on all these splendiferous puns,a mischevious sprite dances into
the clearing and plops a rock on your foot."It's a crystal,"
she shouts."And don't take it for granite." Right about now
you begin to scream and put the nasty little creature into a headlock,
but she's too quick for you, and scurries away into the
woods."What now?" you ask yourself and let the question be
whisked off by the wind to the Fates and their
oracles.
