"Congrats. You've made it to the end." I wanted to scream and jump around, but my feet were so shredded and my head was spinning so badly that I thought I was going to black out and whack my head on the stump. I continued to read.
"One final test before you can leave though. There are two guards. One of them will always lie to you X times before telling you one truth. The other will always tell you the truth Y times before telling you a lie. And you have anywhere between 10-30 minutes before one of the gets piss off at you for asking tricky questions and stabs you."
I look up to see the exit guarded by two guys with mohawks and multiple piercings. They both hold long serrated blades.
Author's Note: Rob likes to run ultras, if you wanted to know more about a person that runs ultra marathons.
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