[ WP ] `` Decisions are hard , especially this one . ''

Two warriors entered the dungeon, the door sealing shut behind them. They were in a dimly lit hall now, stretching away from them in two directions. 
 
 To the left there was fire. Columns of it were randomly bursting to life out of the marble tiles of the floor and ceiling. judging by the twinkling lights on the horizon this hall went on for a very long time. 
 
 To the right was water, the hallway's floor being replaced with a pool stretching its whole width a few feet below. It was impossible to determine the pool's length through the dim. It could have been twenty feet long, it could have gone on forever. It was impossible to determine its depth as well through the murk. 
 
 A young woman picked up a stone and skipped it across the pool, the eight splashes one after the other interrupted the silence for a moment. The woman's name was Kelly. 
 
 Standing beside her was a man named Sir Greggor. He had been heralded from birth to be a mighty warrior and an avatar of his god. It was his destiny to one day defeat the evil wizard Zinnathyra and steal back the sacred amulet she had stolen eons ago and taken to the bottom of her mysterious dungeon for safekeeping. 
 
 To keep himself safe, Greggor was armored with the best full plate money could buy. He was a walking mass of iron, with plates covering him entirely minus a small slit for his eyes. 
 
 Kelly was taken on this adventure to put the armor on Sir Greggor, or to take it off whenever he wanted to use any of his orifices other than his eyesockets. She was armored by a sackcloth, which was n't an arrangement she was happy with until this very moment. Greggor would have a hard time running in full plate for long, and he certainly could n't swim with the added weight. 
 
 `` What now?'' Kelly asked. Greggor was still looking back and fourth between his options, his head was a silent rotating cylinder atop a spherical metal shell. To the left a patch of nearby tiles began to glow red and then suddenly exploded, the heat making it hard to ever breath in his helm. Judging by the tiny twinkle in the distance this hall was practically endless. 
 
 Once he was less winded Greggor inspected his other option by making Kelly take a test dip. The water was pleasant enough, although as far as she could tell it was bottomless. 
 
 `` We go right!'' Greggor's voice boomed through the helm's attempt to muffle him `` Remove my armor''. 
 
 Within a few minutes the knight inside was revealed, a mass of muscles from his twenty years training for this moment and a beard landscaped to suit the noble hero's lifestyle he was accustomed to. 
 
 `` We wont be able to take much if we go this way'' Kelly said. `` we have no idea how far it goes'' 
 
 `` No mater, by God's grace I can prevail by my spear and helmet alone!''. He handed his gear to Kelly and dove in. `` Wait, I can barely swim with this'' she shouted back, but he was already swimming away. She grudgingly dove in as well with the heavy interments, leaving behind the extra weight of their food and tools to avoid drowning. 
 
 Twenty minutes later the pool ended, the hallway sloping back up to reveal dry land and a door much like the entrance to the dungeon itself. Greggor and Kelly immediately walked through and it shut behind them. 
 
 To the left, this time, was a seemingly endless row of swinging axes stretching into the gloom. To the right was a barred door, covered in graphic images of men and women being ripped apart by a three-headed dog of some sort. If there was one thing Zinnathyra was known for beyond evil mischief it was honesty. 
 
 `` We go right! Greggor shouted and raised his spear. `` None can ever best an avatar of the Lord in combat, not even this abomination!''. 
 
 `` Sir, would n't it be better not to fight without your armor?'' Kelly could n't finish before Greggor had flung open the door. 
 
 Some time later Kelly walked through the next doorway to the next pair of hallways. Greggor limped. His leg was gashed, the cuts were n't deep but they were wide and jagged and covering most of his leg. 
 
 To the left the floor dropped out, the pit's walls were rocky enough that climbing down might be possible but judging by the echos of the rocks Kelly dropped the bottom was very far away. To the right the floor narrowed to a thin, crumbling path over a pool of what appeared to be molten tar. 
 
 `` We go right!'' Greggor boomed and began down the path. Kelly tried to hold him back. `` Sir, you're wounded, we need to stop and rest for a bit''. Greggor only stopped long enough to have his leg hastily bandaged before setting off. 
 
 They walked hours through the darkness, the bubbling sound of the tar pits only occasionally interrupted by Kelly complaining that they should stop and rest. Greggor's bandage had started to stink, although he refused to have it re-wrapped. His leg was bending less and less with each step, and his pace was slowing as his joint stiffened. 
 
 Greggor took a step with his wounded leg and it gave out under him. He collapsed forward, thankfully missing the tarpits around him. He got up on his knees, unable to stand but able to pull himself along the floor on his hands and knees. 
 
 Kelly, meanwhile, wandered back the way they had come and almost immediately found herself back at the bottomless pit. She could still see Greggor crawling on the spot, he could n't be more than fifty feet away. 
 
 `` Uh.. Sir...'' Kelly walked back to her master. Greggor did n't acknowledge her, and continued to crawl while quickly muttering to himself about honor and destiny. He was too weak to hold his spear now and had dropped it behind him. Kelly picked it up and and aimed it at his heart. `` Goodby, Sir'' she bid him before shoving it in. 
 
 It had been days since she had eaten, and the tarpits were hot enough to cook over. After a day's rest she felt up to the climb, shoving Sir Greggor in before her for luck. 
 
 The bottom of the pit was n't as far down as she expected, and at the bottom was another door which Kelly dragged her companion through. To the left was a barred door with a picture of a dragon on it, to the right was an electric storm. Kelly had no idea which direction she wanted to go, and there was only so long Greggor would last before starting to smell and forcing her to make a decision.
