[ WP ] You wake up to find yourself in a room with 5 doors . They are labeled 'peace ' , 'honor ' , 'truth ' , 'power ' and 'fortune ' . Which door do you choose to open and what happens ?

# PEACE 
 
 The small, oak door stood modest in the far left. It emitted a calm vibe but its presence was almost intimidating. It had several cracks running along the edges and across the center, as though excessive force had been used to try to open it - or keep it closed. As though it was unknown which way this door swings, it seems to have suffered ages of tension from both sides, exerted by opposing forces. 
 
 # HONOR 
 
 Next to peace was a heavy looking walnut door. Though it showed simple features, angular and rigid but pleasing to the eye, it still seemed valuable somehow. Perhaps it was the sheen over its dark canvas? The gold trim around the knob? The way it looked to be embedded to the wall rather than being a temporary fixture? Whatever it was, it was very, very appealing. 
 
 # TRUTH 
 
 The center door had an oval window of frosted glass. The door itself was made of mahogany, as shown by the broken stripe and mottled texture. Behind the glass, waves of light seemed to float back and forth. This door was mesmerizing and it was made for man to lust over what it kept within, whether they knew of the consequences or not. The wood of the door was very clearly worked to a point wherein it was less valuable than it was in the beginning, and it did not seem so durable. 
 
 # POWER 
 
 The biggest of the doors was redwood, as indicated by the cluster of eyes on its surface. There was a raw sense of primal dominance coming from the door, almost surging and dwarfing the others. The redwood door stood firmly in its place, the knob handle clumsy but beckoning. 
 
 # FORTUNE 
 
 Lastly, there was a rosewood door that humbly waited on the far end. 
 The craftsmanship was admirable, featuring swirls and leaves embossed - no easy task for a wood as hard to work as rosewood. The patterns seemed to invoke a sense of wonder and giddiness but also had shadows underneath that were not easy to ignore. 
 
 *I paced back and forth across the five doors, weighing each one in turns. I run my hands across their faces gently, and as I move from one to the other I feel them drawing me in, enticing me with emphatic promises. * 
 
 *Peace is difficult. Is it peace that I want or am I merely attracted to the idea? Honor is noble but what good is it in a dishonorable world? Truth is enlightenment but it is also trouble for those unwilling to embrace it. Power... Am I wise enough to wield it without corrupting its force? I stop at Fortune and rest my hand on the doorknob. The other four glow as if in protest. They send vehement waves of protest toward me. But Fortune remains still and silent, its only influence the fragrance of the rosewood. I give the handle a twist and it clicks open. * 
 
 *I have no reason to prefer this one over the others. Perhaps it may even be a bad decision. I do however believe that in times of trial where you are lost, there is nothing wrong with having a bit of luck. *
