You chose to open the door of infinite sorrow...you were sorry...like infinitely. A mecha ninja penguin attacks from the foggy abyss. In its fin the Broads' broad broadsword glows an eery green, the imprisoned souls of the defeated within flex for release with each labored thrust. With the forfeiture of a few blades of hair you narrowly dodge the forthcoming attack rolling to the left and careening into an ice wall. Above you a small ledge ordained with cracks releases a few clumps of icy junk. With the mechanized beast recollected and upright a decision awaits...
If you decide to leap to the ledge turn to page 87.
If you decide to just club the stupid jerk turn to page 54."