Gilligan reluctantly pulled himself up through the opening in the ceiling. The trapdoor, once again, opened up into the familiar stone hut. Everything was exactly the same as it was before. Well, almost everything anyway. The light outside was shining at a different angle.
The breeze blew gently as Gilligan stood outside in order to take stock of things. The sun was quite a bit past half-way accross the sky. Gilligan surmised that it was sometime in the mid afternoon. The amount of time he spent down in the dark dungeon surprised him greatly. But in a place like that, it was easy to lose track of time. Besides the surprising time of day, everything else was exactly the same. The trees, the surrounding countryside, everything. As mundane and as pleasant as ever.
Gilligan issued a sigh of resignation. He wondered if he would ever conquer that dungeon.
He walked back inside the stone hut to consider his choices. What he discovered in there was more frustrating than shocking at this point. The trapdoor was gone. There was only stone floor where the trapdoor had been. Almost like it never existed.
Gilligan went down on all fours to try to find any sign of the trap door. Perhaps a secret latch or mechanism. He searched the whole floor, but came up with nothing.
"Of course." Gilligan said to himself.
He walked outside the stone hut once more. He then leant against the outside wall, to the right of the doorway. Gilligan resigned himself to his failure. That dungeon had gotten the best of him. He questioned whether he even had what it took to be a hero. Maybe he just plum didn't have what's it took. Pessimistic thoughts swirled around in his head like a sour whirlpool of self-pity.
Gilligan quickly realised that moping around wasn't going to help any. He had to make a choice. He considered his options once more.
There only seemed to be one obvious decision though. To go home. To call it a day. But obvious choices weren't always the right ones. Gilligan pondered a little more before making his decision.
The breeze blew gently as Gilligan stood outside in order to take stock of things. The sun was quite a bit past half-way accross the sky. Gilligan surmised that it was sometime in the mid afternoon. The amount of time he spent down in the dark dungeon surprised him greatly. But in a place like that, it was easy to lose track of time. Besides the surprising time of day, everything else was exactly the same. The trees, the surrounding countryside, everything. As mundane and as pleasant as ever.
Gilligan issued a sigh of resignation. He wondered if he would ever conquer that dungeon.
He walked back inside the stone hut to consider his choices. What he discovered in there was more frustrating than shocking at this point. The trapdoor was gone. There was only stone floor where the trapdoor had been. Almost like it never existed.
Gilligan went down on all fours to try to find any sign of the trap door. Perhaps a secret latch or mechanism. He searched the whole floor, but came up with nothing.
"Of course." Gilligan said to himself.
He walked outside the stone hut once more. He then leant against the outside wall, to the right of the doorway. Gilligan resigned himself to his failure. That dungeon had gotten the best of him. He questioned whether he even had what it took to be a hero. Maybe he just plum didn't have what's it took. Pessimistic thoughts swirled around in his head like a sour whirlpool of self-pity.
Gilligan quickly realised that moping around wasn't going to help any. He had to make a choice. He considered his options once more.
There only seemed to be one obvious decision though. To go home. To call it a day. But obvious choices weren't always the right ones. Gilligan pondered a little more before making his decision.
