text: You cautiously enter the building, but not before you take your Limited Edition Red Rider BB Gun with you.
  
  Nothing!
  
  There's absolutely nothing in here! No illegal underground sex club, no "Area 51" like facility. Nothing.
  
  You can't help being slightly disappointed; well at least you don't have to worry though, its big enough to hold all your shit.
  
  You go back to your car and proceed to gather your belongings. You kick the door open and are surprised by what you see!
  
  You see a jungle like area, with a primitive village inside! There ARE some natives roaming around, but they haven't noticed you yet. They may or may not be friendly.
  
  This is fuckin' bizarre to say the least!
  > You enter the village
  You enter the village, taking your BB gun with you and some of your other stuff.
  
  The villagers see you, but don't attack. They're more curious than anything, especially with all the wonderful things you're carrying, suddenly you got a million hands grabbing at you.
  
  You let them take the stuff, which they seem pretty pleased about. They give you some precious gems in return! You tell them, you have more gifts for them. You run out to your car, get more stuff and give it to them. This earns you more gems AND a chance to sleep with the chieftain’s twin bisexual daughters!
  
  You fuckin' rule!
  
  In fact you rule so much, they think of you as some kind of god. This isn't as fortunate as you might think...
  
  It seems they want to EAT you, and become one with their god. They believe since you are a supernatural being, killing your body will be of minor consequence to you. Nothing could be further from the truth!
  
  Grabbing your clothes you begin running butt ass naked through the jungle with the entire tribe chasing you, whooping it up. They think this is a fuckin' test!
  > You run!
  As you run you attempt to avoid protruding branches that could severely damage your tender bits.
  
  As you get to the shore you trip over a piece of hemp rope. Sonofabitch! This is that Styrofoam Island! As the natives close in, you get an idea to start picking at the hemp rope. It works! You have successfully unraveled the piece that you were standing on from the rest of the island.
  
  The natives shout something at you in an indecipherable language (Which is odd since they were speaking perfect English when you were friends with them) as you make your good escape on the drifting Styrofoam. You put your clothes back on and wait to reach the mainland.
  
  The tribe suffers greatly however. They think they've failed a great test and commit ritualistic mass suicide.