This must be hell, you think to yourself as you stumble your way through different haunted carnival games, all full of mascots and performers that tormented you and flashed you with memories of your tainted life when you were alive. Surely there was a way out of here.

You make your way into what seemed to be a hall of mirrors, your reflection at the end of it looking back at you and laughing, judging your every move. But as you get closer, your reflection shifts into a man with scaly green skin and a tall hat, stepping out of the mirror and bowing with the removal of his hat. The wall behind him moves aside to reveal what looked like a simple carnival ring toss game.

“Pardon me, beautiful stranger. May I interest you in a toss?”