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Originally Posted by
Brielle Lambert 
The next obstacle was made for Brielle, after all she had perfected the Possum crawl!
Moving quickly the French girl launched herself at the living ladder and began to climb, pulling herself upwards, the scratches on her hands re-asserting their presence. But the girl had no time to feel pain, she just had to keep going.
Further up and further in.
If beanstalks were elevators, this would be your floor. Climb the stalk any higher and there would be no ground to set your feet on. Tread carefully, however, as the path quickly narrows and there are no walls. Instead, perilous drop-offs await on both sides should one slip.
Soon, you come to another fork. From where you stand, the only different you can notice is that one path looks wider, at least as far as you can see, that is. Nothing else betrays what may lie ahead. Which way? Left and narrow or right and wide?
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Originally Posted by
Monique Bernard Monique quickly put the key in her pocket before catching the shiny frisbe. A mirror? They hid a mirror down here? She looked over the mirror. It was very pretty. And there was a number III engraved on top. Interesting.
Eww... but she was not so pretty. Best not look at that again...
Now, with her mirror in hand she headed striaght toward the door she spotted earlier. There was a rusty padlock. She reached into her pocket and put in the rusty key. She then tried turning the key.
The key turns in the lock as the light continues to stream in, and the cave grows still once more.
Behind the door is a steep, empty corridor, well lit from light streaming in from an opening at the end.
If you take a deep breath, you'll smell something you haven't since you entered the cave. Fresh air.
You're out. You're done. You're alive.
Just a little walking left.