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Since everyone knows Trogdor is immortal, and I don't even look like a peasant, I simply use the TrogSword to cut through the beaded curtain. Not that I couldn't just walk through it, but it would be disappointing to come all this way and not get to cut anything. Then, I remove my clothing and hide them under the lucky rock. This will keep Trogdor occupied searching for my scent if he wakes up before I get out, but I'm only doing it because I've always wanted to escape from a dragon's lair naked. Besides, the breeze feels nice in this stuffy cave. When I'm safely outside, I sell the TrogSword to a peasant who lost his home to Trogdor while on vacation and use the money to fly out of the middle ages to Free Country, USA, where I open a very successful consession stand. (I sell things at only double retail value and blow my competition out of the water!)
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You are in the largest boat that has ever been built. It is sinking. You are handcuffed to a pipe on E deck. There's an axe in an emergency box, but it's out of your reach. There are also keys on a nearby key rack, but you've tried them all and none of them work, and floating around the room with the current are some wet papers that have been paperclipped together. In your pocket is a ballpoint pen, and in your mouth is some Winterfresh gum.
Since this story would be ruined if it was turned into a love story, no pretty redheads are on their way to save you, and all of the lifeboats are full. The water is already up to your chest, and it's cold enough that your legs are already numb. Also, the lightbulb in the room has broken and promises a quick death by shock if you're in the water when it gets there. The nearest living person has already made it to B deck, and they're not coming back down for anything.
What wouldst thou deau?
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