Deep in The Caribbean...
... lies an island with a mysterious forest.
In the farthest corner of this wood maze, I found
just a regular old stump. I looked at this
regular old stump, and realize there was a hole at base of it. After further inspection, I noticed that it was a tunnel that opened onto a system of catacombs! I tried to squeeze through, but it kept asking me to Insert Disk 22… and then Disk 36… and then Disk 114...
I searched day and night for two long years, but I couldn't find those elusive discs. So I just give up and skipped that part of the journey.
Seven years later... memories of that
regular old stump still haunted my dreams. I was so obsessed with it, that I end up moving to another island, trying to get as far as I can from it. I was depressed, my life was a mess. The only thing that kept me alive was my girlfriend... she was made of solid gold
But this one night... (the night I died for the 2nd time) I was at the local bar, drowning my sorrows in alcohol, mixing drinks. I just wanted to forget… that
regular old stump... I just want it to forget it all. A mix that I made with some eggs, pepper and the hair from the dog that bit me, turned out to be fatal. I just fainted on the floor.
After I woke up, I found myself inside a coffin. I managed to get out of it, only to found myself inside a vast system of catacombs. Exploring this dark and cold place, I found a hole in the ceiling of the crypt. I squeezed my head through it... it was a tunnel that opened on a deep dark forest... it looked familiar, as if I've seen it in a dream. When I turned my view down, I saw it... the horror... deep in the dark forest... it was, it was...
just a regular old stump!
and my head was stuck on it!!! Suddenly, I heard a loud scream... a terrifying horde of stunningly-rendered rabid jaguars! coming right at me!!!. Luckily, I was able to save my head. It was a good a thing that I couldn't get though that hole... though that
regular old stump... again.
Now, every time I see a stump... I think of 114 discs, catacombs and jaguars. But I learned something from this terrifying experience, something that they won't teach you in school...
... there's more to stumps than meets the eye.