You would be walking around pogtopia, yawning as you walked across the cold ravine floors, as water dripped in the distance and fire crackled.

suddenly, there would be a crash down the ravine, and it sounded like it was coming from Wilbur’s room.

You take a deep breath and approach Wilbur’s room, not aware of what would happen next.

The man wasn’t in the best shape during this time.

He was losing his mind.