The rifle

You scoop up the rifle, the obvious choice, and head down the path. No more than ten paces in, you hear a scream for help. Quickly but quietly you rush towards the voice. A clearing comes into view and you see a seven foot tall Minotaur standing menacingly near a pair of humans, a lovely woman with long flowing blonde hair and a statuesque man with equally soft looking skin and a tangle of brown hair on his head. They both wear Roman inspired robes, the fronts open enough to reveal a bit of tender flesh.

The Minotaur growls and says, “Just give me your money and you won’t get hurt.” This catches you a bit by surprise. You wouldn’t have thought this was just a simple robbery.

The man then says another surprising thing, “Don’t hurt me. Take my sister. She’s yours.”

She looks at him, mouth agape, “What? Not me. Take him. We can work this out can’t we?”

The Minotaur stands with one hand holding an ax, the other resting on his hip. “Would you two shut up. Money, I want your money.”

They bicker for a minute or more when suddenly the Minotaur looks at you. The pair of humans spot the look in his eye and also look at you. The Minotaur calls out, “Don’t shoot. We’re all friends here. It’s called role playing. Come on over.”

The humans look sort of scared, but it is all rather odd. I picked cyber world didn’t I? You think.

Suddenly glowing words read, “Combat, sex, or show them the maze.”