I suppose i should apologise for the confusion of the end of my last entry, should someone ever actually read this. I had tired of writing for the day and so moved on to my next destination. The door contained a small room with a crazy old man in a wheeled chair that didn’t seem that concerned with getting out of where he was trapped. He muttered nonsense about the nascent darkness of my soul or something equally trite and i left him to rot down there when it became apparent he had no intention to move.

Also i got out of the pit by climbing the metal cage. It was only when i neared the top that i realised tugging on it in a certain way activated its mechanism and brought me to the top quicker than i could climb.

Anyway…