Now I can neither confirm nor deny that I am trapped in a pit with nothing to do but ride on a train that's in an endless loop with music from the 1979s playing in the background and the only scenery and exact replica of rural new England, but I mean would it shock anybody
Also there may or may not be a group of women hunting me with bows that I keep having to run from
What did you do to piss off the Hunters of Artemis??
Something about not being allowed to hunt deer in trains if the deer paid for a ticket
