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[[Donald, Harmony, and Harry walk into an area of tall walls with a bow and a quiver of arrows on the ground]]
Harmony: Now what?
Harry: It looks like some sort of maze...

[[They look around]]
Donald: Wait... do you feel that breeze? And that smell...
Harmony: It's awful!
Donald: I knew it.
Harry: What?

[[Donald picks up the bow and plucks at it]]
Donald: It's a wumpus world. It's an old game, but I'm a wiz at it. We hunt the wumpus and shoot it, or it eats us if we fail. There are pits, too; that's the draft. We use our senses to figure out which way to go.

[[Donald leads the group as Harry and Harmony look at each other]]
Donald: Stick with me and I'll get us through.
Harry: Am I the only one who thinks it's suspicious that each of these tests is something one of us is good at?