Rushing Headfirst into Catastrophe

"Guys, it's really not funny anymore!" My voice echoes off the twisting wooden figures, but no others come out. I cross from tree to tree with the flashlight's narrow beam and watch it disappear into thick black fog. "Guys?" But all that replies is biting silence.

My thoughts immediately turn to the many horror films I watched since young adulthood. “That’s how I will keep my composure.” I say to myself. “Don’t fall for the mental sites and sounds.”

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left. I've been blasting and laughing so long, that even my mother thinks that my mind is gone.

That's why she put me in this institution. But I'm going to escape. Tonight. And you're going to help me. Here, hide this key in your mouth. Yeah, it tastes like soap because it's made of soap. Now here's the plan:

You are going to eat this key made of soap, this will make you vomit. At least I hope it will. Then I call for guards to come help, upon their arrival I will take out the katana I keep up my ass.

I have serious questions about this plan. I think we will not escape, we will be caught, we will be punished. But you may not survive. Did you really say “a katana”?!

He affirmed with his head. I couldnt believe it, but it was our only resource, so as ninjas we took the katana and run towards it! It was it or us! The final showdown!