Even a rotting drawbridge is better than getting close to the water. What else are bridges for?

Deciding to take the high road, you cautiously step out onto the drawbridge. It wobbles slightly and bends under your weight, but doesn't collapse - not yet anyway. The diseased wood creaks miserably underfoot as you inch further and further along. After what feels like an eternity you're halfway across, and it is still holding together. You've come too far to turn back now, and at this rate it won't be long before you reach the other side.

CREEEAAKK...!!

The bridge starts slowly cracking under your weight as you take your next step! The other side is so close... there's no time to strategize!