Crouching down, you fumble with the latch and find it unlocked, the door swinging open with ease. Reaching inside, you grab hold of an odd metallic object a little larger than your fist. It somewhat resembles a crossbow, possessing a handle that can be gripped in one hand and a trigger, but it lacks the bow portion, and the identity of its material vexes you. Shrugging, you place it in your satchel and continue exploring the room.

You walk over to the well and, peering inside, vaguely spot your reflection through the gentle illumination provided by your pocket lantern. As you gaze further upon your distorted visage, you find yourself physically drawing closer and closer. Your eyelids begin to quiver, and before realizing what you are about, plunge into the pool.

Climbing out of the well, you find yourself standing on a small island surrounded by a vast ocean. Night has fallen, but the light from the moon offers a dim glow. As you survey your surroundings, a large procession of small, bipedal fish-like creatures emerge from the deep. You fail to comprehend their gurglings, but their menacing visages do little to dissuade you from the belief that they have ill designs upon you.

Panicked, you reach in desperation for the crossbow-like object in your satchel, hoping it performs at least an analogous function. Pointing the object at one of the horrible monsters, you pull the trigger. To the surprise of every party involved, the object emits an incomparably loud “BANG,” leaving a deafening ringing in your ears that you are not sure will ever fully leave. The unfortunate creature on the receiving end of your experiment, chosen randomly amongst the crowd of univocal specimens, falls to the ground in a pool of blood. The shock and awe of the creatures, which quickly exchange furtive glances and murmured chortles amongst each other, would be evident to even the most reclusive of misanthropes. After they carry out what you assume is a lively and extended discussion, the group collective fall to their knees in an apparent act of deference. A wry smile emerges on your face, and you accept their offering of fealty.

THE END

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