[4] written by Meenk

You begin to stumble down the old trail, struggling to keep from
losing your footing amongst the dead branches and rocks. One of your
stupid friends is whining about the poison ivy which is growing along
the sides of the narrow path. You try to block out his complaints, but
his voice is at the exact frequency that triggers your chronic migraine
headaches. You turn around and scream "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He does,
but only for another 30 feet. At this point the path has virtually
disappeared and you are treading on compacted poison ivy. He begins
to whine louder than before.

* If you pick up a fist-sized stone and hurl it at your friend's head,
go to [8].
* If you stuff your ears full of leaves, go to [9].