…this was probably a bad idea.
These were the thoughts
of our stalwart hero, me, as I stared
directly into a pit of razor-sharp, pointed icicle stalagmites (stalagmicicles,
if you will). I was suspended upside down on a thin cord of rope, whose two
ends were attached to opposing walls of a very tall, icy chamber. I could tell
you immediately and promptly whether or not I made it across the deadly pit to the
ledge that was sticking out of one side. In fact, if you stop munching on
narrative tension long enough to take a refreshing sip of common sense, you can
probably deduce the answer right now. But it would probably be more satisfying
if I put off that impending tension for a bit while I dodder off back to how
this all began, right? Shut up, it so
would. So let’s go back in time a bit…
