It’s with some sadness that I report my own demise. Cause of death was poisoning due to an inability to think fast.
If you’re interested, my last words were: “I just needed 10 more minutes, damn it!” These were exclaimed rather than uttered once the location of the much-needed antidote was revealed.
Ironically, I died while celebrating a friend’s birthday. In honor of attaining the grand old age of 40-(mumble), Mark decided he wanted to fete the occasion with a death-defying visit to an Adventure Room. Foolishly, M and I agreed to join him.
This proved to be a fatal decision for all of us.
On Saturday night, we drove to an office building in Connecticut. Our appointment was for 10:30 p.m. and the parking lot was both dark and sufficiently creepy. We rode the slow OTIS elevator to the correct floor, not knowing that we were heading toward our doom.
After signing in, the three of us were escorted to a room and told of our fate. The three of us had just been poisoned and while the antidote was hidden nearby, we had only one hour to locate it. The door shut with a solid and ominous thud and immediately we began searching for clues.
Prior to our arrival, I discovered that only 30 percent of participants actually survive the Remedy Room. But I was cocky and unconcerned; surely we could solve all of the room’s mysterious obstacles before time ran out.
Alas, we were 10 minutes too late. But dying turned out to be pretty fun. In fact, I may have to try it again… someday.
