Okay, let's try this again. The plot is going to change slightly. I'm sure all of you will notice where things have changed and where they stayed the same. No worries all you gore fanatics I plan to in every way make damn sure that this stays as gruesome as I can make it.
Symphony of Agony
How It All Began
"Insignificant worms. They know nothing of the meaning and worth of each breath they take. Why is it that they live then you ask? Because no one has had the sheer intestinal fortitude to strip their life from their husk of flesh and bone. Smokers, drunks, drug addicts. These people mean nothing to the world. They poison it for those of us who can't stand such imperfections. You see each of these is called an addiction. No, this is not a health class. Addictions are a sign of weakness, a sign that one must turn to someone or something to get them through something they don't find themselves capable of handling on their own.
"I can't believe these maggots still exist. It's survival of the fittest you know. The genes of those who can't make it on their own, or reproduce with out consent, do not deserve to be passed on to another person. When these reproductions fall too far, you notice a decline in the behavior of society. Now I don't mean to sound like I'm doing things that have already been done, but people must prove their worth, prove their will to survive. If you can't you'll just pass to the other plane and be tormented by those who died for natural reasons, of disease, of murder that maybe that person caused.
"Here's the deal my friends. You pass the test, I let you go. If you can't handle the pressure, or you pick the wrong choice, you die. If you say you give up, you'll die, but much, much slower and more painfully. I don't recommend the third choice. You are my first, but will not certainly be my last. Here's the challenge. There's a bar forced through your ankle that's connected to the wall near you, and your hand is bolted to a wall. From here you have two methods of escape. You either get the key to unlock both the bolt and the bar, or you blow apart your knee and elbow and walk, so to speak, away. If you take the second option you most likely won't live, and if you give up, the torture will be unearthly.
"I will not hide myself from you my fellow students, but I also will not guarantee that this outsider will actually let you live. The key my fellows are in a box to your right. If you manage to crack the code on the lock to open it, you'll receive a handful of other boxes, each with their own locks and a home made lock pick. If you pick the lock, you will get a key, just hope it's the right one of your first try. If it's the wrong key, it activates a four hour timer on the explosives. From there you will need to pick a lock on a large door in front of each of your rooms. Manage that and I'll be impressed.
"Travel over a spike pit below you by walking a thin board. Hopefully you all have great balance or else you'll know what shish kabob feels like. If you manage that, you'll progress into a gas chamber, where you'll need to decipher clues to decide the order in which to pull the lever to open the door. Pull one out of turn and, well; you'll get a taste of World War I. If you get that far, then you get to decipher more clues to discover the password to disarm the explosives, and the door to freedom. Oh, don't worry if you don't mess up the picking at the start. The explosives arm on their own after thirty minutes. Good luck, and for your sake, I hope you succeed."