*attempts to make the codebox bigger but doesn't really know what he's doing*

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"Go save again," I told Fawriel. "I'm feeling oddly paranoid for someone holding a shotgun." While he was gone I cocked back the weapon and loaded the two shells. It's a good thing there seemed to be no police on the Isle of Darkness. Once he returned, the six of us made our way to the counter at the back of the arcade.
"Counterguy," I called out. "We've got a ticket." I handed him my game pass, then stood back and awaited his response.
"Yeah, okay," the counterguy said after ripping my ticket in half. "Prepare to enter a world consumed by fear and darkness; a world where your only friend is your gun, and where cyborg zombies reign supreme! Welcome to... the ROMERO CHALLENGE!" He pulled a lever on the wall behind him. Without warning, a trap door open beneath us. We plummeted several feet through a dark tunnel before landing on a large, blood-stained mattress.
After getting back on my feet, I decided to do what I do best: examine my surrounding. We were in a square-shapped room made of stone. Aside from the mattress we had landed on, it was entirely unfurnished. There were exits to the West and North, which were basically just openings leading to other rooms. To the East, however, was an actual wooden door with a sign hanging on it.

I peered up into the tunnel we had fallen out of. It looked exactly like a heating duct; square-shaped and metallic. There were no footholds to climb back up on.
A small light bulb hung from the ceiling beside a crude speaker system, creating just enough light for me to see that I was now wearing a studded collar, a black tank top, and a pair of bondage pants. I also seemed to have a nosering for some reason. Odd.
My party was also dressed differently. Fawriel was wearing a fishnet shirt with baggy, torn jeans; Shuriken had on a cropped black t-shirt, a weird sort of frilly skirt, and combat boots. Little L33tz4n had her arms tightly crossed, apparently trying to hide the skimpy black top and breastplate she had been imbued with. Fooruman was now wearing a leather trenchcoat and black sunglasses, while the FooCanoe sported spikes along it edges. Araches, for reasons beyond anything I could fathom, was now wearing pink bunny pajamas, complete with a hood and sewn-on floppy ears. I guess they ran out of cool goth clothes and had no choice but to improvise.
"Listen up!" a voice cried out on the speaker overhead. "Go through the maze until you reach the end, and you'll win a fabulous prize! Bathrooms are located to the right for your convienience. Your clothing and personal items will be returned when and if you survive the Challenge. There is no time limit, so feel free to take as long as you want to perish. Have a nice day, and remember: aim for the head!" The voice fell silent, but was quickly replaced by loud heavy metal music, which echoed throughout the maze. After searching my pockets, I found that all I had on me was the shotgun. My companions were also without their usual weapons. It would have been a really cool, but somehow the risk of dying a horrible death at the hands of zombie cyborgs made the situation somewhat less appealing.