"My bowels require emptying," I announced.
My comrades all unanimously exclaimed, "EW!"
I then felt badly about myself, but led everyone North. As we stepped through the doorway, it suddenly stopped snowing. In fact, it also got noticeably colder. I was now facing a gigantic mansion off in the distance, set directly between two large, snow-covered mountains. It actually seemed more like an industrial building than a home, but the decorative landscaping, victorian-style shutters and mild paint tones practically screamed, "This is not an industrial building. Someone lives here."
I looked back into the maze and saw that it was still snowing inside. I wondered if we had just traveled through some sort of dimensional rift, but my thoughts quickly shifted to the possibility that whoever lived in the mansion might have actual food. My companions seemed to have caught on to the same idea a little quicker than I had, as they began running towards the mansion like a pack of rabid hyena robots.
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