The Pickaxe

I swung the mighty pickaxe numerous times at the rotting stinking beast. It was quick, seamingly anticipating my every move...or I was that slow and I thought the pickaxe was too heavy. It probably was the ghastly smell that was the distraction. The rotting ghoul, or whatever it was, fought gallantly....and ultimately without hesitation, took the pickaxe from me and drove the handle of the pickaxe into the top of my head! I couldn't think too clearly at that moment but it seemed strange that the handle was in my head and not the kick..I mean the fick....the pick!...I think I'm sick. Unfortunately your adventure is over, but the next button below will take you back to the beginning.