You sit down, breathing hard. The MANotaur is going to get you. There’s no sense fighting it. 

On the floor next to you is a dagger. You pick it up and keep it at your side. If the MANotaur wants to crack open a mead and talk wrestling, you’re down. If he wants to kill you, this bad boy is getting plunged into his eyeball, Oedipus style. Either way – being buds with or blinding a MANotaur – is pretty legendary.

THE END