Mediocrebot's Prankstravaganza / Massacre

“They all laughed at me. Shunned me. They never appreciated me. Well you’ll appreciate me,” Theresa taunted us through the loudspeakers as we moved through an elaborate series of rooms and corridors.

The irony of her desire to be appreciated was not lost on me, given my disastrous foray into prankstering. It was, however, lost on Frank, who could only hobble on his furniture pad foot for a few steps at a time before stopping to catch his breath or pass out.

We made our way into a huge open room with an Olympic-sized pool. The pool, Amanda informed us, was filled with a slow-acting acid. The key to the next room was somewhere at the bottom.

I mentioned that this seemed less a prank and more just torture, but she assured me it had something to do with making us appreciate life. Appreciating life was part of what sent me on my initial prank quest anyway, so we obliged and I shoved Frank into the pool.