/~* A Scroll Tale™ *~\
Choose Your Own
I decided to make a run for it. I took one step, and then two ste... I suddenly remembered that I had an iron ball tied to my leg. My step was cut a little too short, and I came precipitating down onto the floor, impaling myself on the ground.
Ben, neither I or the large team of scientists examining your death are sure how you did it, but you manage to impale yourself on the smooth ground. Whether by sheer lack of intelligence or some kind of ridiculous joke by fate, you have died trying to escape, which is, statistically, one of the most common times unintelligent people die. Better luck in your next life, Ben. Just remember what you have learned.