you take the fork to Rather Sad and Boggy, and it is indeed, rather sad and boggy. it smells like dead mud, enormous rabbit-sized insects buzz around everywhere, singing awful mumble-rap aggressively at eachother. you make your way across the small patches of land that stick out of the bog water, towards the path round the edge of the lake. but sadly, through a random chain of seriously unlucky events, a huge flaming lawnmower soars down at the speed of sound from above, and decapitates you instantly. your head rolls into the bog water with a splash.