The Safari Room

You take a few steps into the jungle themed chamber, and immediately, Amazonian heat strikes your face, cheeks flushing, and sweat starting to run. Most of the maze to this point has been rather well temperature-controlled. Maybe the AC is broken?

You push your way past a few plant fronds, suddenly grateful for your revealing attire as you continue to sweat from the heat ... it may be scanty, but at least it breathes.

As you move past a pair of large rocks, you find yourself in a vast opening next to a waterfall which pours from the side of a cliff.

Just how big is this place!?

From atop the cliff, a bizarre alien creature emerges...

Resting atop what you assume to be its head, you see a Crocodile Hunter style hat. What rests beneath the hat, however, is much less familiar. It appears to be a rotund, blobby creature, with a mass of tentacles which each terminate in what looks like an anteater's snout - a sniffing set of nostrils through which tongues occasionally flick. It is covered all over its body in soft, whispy feathers, giving it the appearance of a nightmarish, many-limbed furby. In your mind's ear, you hear it speak...

"Well well well, what have we here? Prey has stumbled into my games room!"

It makes a gyrating motion and starts emitting bubbling noises... you think it could be laughter.

At this moment, you notice it's holding something in two of its extremities - either end of a large hunting rifle.

"Well you are a strong manner of beast if you managed to make it through the maze this far. I congratulate you!"

The creature doffs its hunting cap to you before returning it to its strange middle-part.

"I see you have not fully embraced what you are yet, however. You're a beast! At the moment, a rat caught in a maze... or more aptly, what you earther's would call a rabbit. You're my prey, you see, and if you expect to make it through my chamber, you'd be far better off embracing your animalistic nature!

Wits may have got you this far, but you'll need pure, bestial fervor if you hope to best me, the Grand Fetish Hunter! Lest you become another trophy on my wall..."

It 'laughs' at you a second time.

"Come on, girl! Give in to the wild! I enjoy a good hunt... you look preposterous in clothing, the vestiges of civilization! Besides, you'd look much more a handsome prize without those garbs... particularly those... shoes..."

From behind his back he pulls out a long chorded rope. All around the rope you see he's strung pairs of black ballet flats, identical to the ones you woke up in! His previous conquests, one might presume...

"Give in, beast! Let's see what you're hiding..."

he extends one of his arm/mouth/nose thingies into the shoes around his chord and inhales deeply, shuddering and convulsing in pleasure.

Ew!!