with his best to not make a sound, he ever so gently opened the door. he slowly popped his head into the darkness of the once very familiar room. "i should still know my way around this spot, right?" he whispered to himself. with eyes squinting against the sight of nothingness, he continued to walk. then BAM! his head introduced itself to the cement wall and fell on his face to the floor. a familiar voice came in full volume saying, "you are done, buddy! yo trevor, you're up!"
it's a drunk game.