Look who’s there, a wandering adventurer looking for the Bananafish treasure! This episode is part of the interactive story/treasure hunt called “Quest In The Realms”. If you landed on this page because you’re trying to solve the mystery, don’t hesitate and keep delving in the story. If you came here through random loitering, what are you waiting for!?
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You emerge from a cold black lake and reach a shore line covered in shattered obsidian. Thanks to Vickie’s tale you know where you are. You see a path cut into the ground and decide to follow it. Soon you ascend floating stone steps high into the sky.
The steps level out and lead to a regal hall. Black fire torches line the path, adorned with bones of beings you don’t recognize.
And then you see them. Tres, Tìo, and Machete. They’re all here, chained by snakes of bone. They seem to be asleep.
Vickie, too, is here, offering you a crazed smile. She stands next to a figure reclining on a throne of gold. You cannot see the king’s face, only his form.
“Is this he?” asks the figure on the golden throne. The voice is feminine, cool, relaxed. “He hardly looks like a warrior or one we can trust.”
“He is marked,” Vickie says. An unseen force spins you around, pulling your pants down. The King lets out a pleased moan at the sight of your tattooed butt cheek.
Vickie snaps her fingers and your band mates awake.
“Shit,” Tres says, rubbing his eyes. “What kind of BDSM party did we wind up in?”
“Get me out of these chains,” Tìo says. “I need a smoke.”
Machete is the only one fighting, struggling and swearing. When he notices your butt, as your pants remain at your ankles, he stops fighting and laughs.
“Mendo, when did you get a tattoo on your ass?”
Your band erupts in laughter.
“Silence!” Vickie demands. “Time to meet your King in Yellow.”
You pull your pants up. The figure stands and walks down the red velvet rug lining the stone steps. As the black fire illuminates the king, you can’t believe your eyes.
It’s Smiley Smyrus. You’re sure of that. But maggots crawl on her, his, flesh. Her shepherdess outfit is tattered and torn into ribbons. She opens her mouth and moths of gold and ruby fly out.
“Smiley Smyrus?” you ask.
“Kneel,” she says.
If you bow to the mighty King and declare to be his humble servant, turn to 20
Miley Cyrus… seriously?! You tell the King he stinks more than Tres, but it looks like you have to obey to save your asses, turn to 21
