[44] written by Ilsundal & Metal Chick

You hastefully grab the bottle brewed by your good friend Mr.
Daniels, and prepare to pour yourself a shot. The beast abruptly grabs
the bottle after you set it down, and pours himself one. Clenching your
glass, you take a rapid gulp of the liqour, as it burns your throat on
the way down. "Goes down smooth," you shout out, gasping for air in the
process. You notice that this brew has a rather funny after taste, but
none-the-less, you match the cycloptic beast shot for shot. The beast
grins evilly as he watches your body plummet to the cold stone floor.

Hours later, you sense a feeling of warth beating down on your
cheeks. Opening your eyes, you are practically blinded by the sunbeams
shining down from the bright blue sky. You then realize you are no
longer in the beast's cave, and begin to wonder what became of your
friends, if they are alright, and where the hell you are at this
present time. Looking to your side, you notice you are in the middle
of a ring of mushrooms, in a clearing in the forest. Moments later,
you hear an enchanting combination of chimes, harps, and bells. Three
inch winged figures then descend from the sky, each surrounded by a
unique colored aura.

* If you decide to speak with one of these creatures, go to [47].
* If you decide to dance to the beautiful music, go to [48].
* If you decide to eat one of the mushrooms, go to [50].