Silvere-Mizerie

Wall after wall of dense toxic ivy. What on earth made you think entering this sick sick game was a good idea again? Oh yeah. The fame. The fortune. The riches. The glamour! Wandering around this maze has reduced down to a dream-like visage. Turn, turn, turn, turn, dead end, turn, turn, turn. Just a pawn in another of "His Royal Majesty's" games.. Now, this Minotaur, you wonder just HOW fast it actually is. You shrug. It's a giant bull's head on a tiny man's body! How fast can it possibly, be you laugh. Nevertheless, a pocketful of dangerously sharp stones wheedled to a deadly point on one end and then dipped in poison ivy sap couldn't hurt..