(closed to my dawg billeh sorry : D)

John took a hesitant step forward, holding a torch in front of him. It shed a weak light in a corridor about ten feet tall, and just broader than his burly shoulders. The flame of the torch only illuminated about six feet in front of him, even though he held it extended in front of him. The monk had said that this was a ‘game’ but John currently doubted whether they defined those terms in the same way.

In any case, forward I go. Nothing to do for it but-

John let out a sharp cry as the floor gave way under him. He began to fall, just as quickly jamming both hands to either side. His fall slowed, then stopped, leaving his head a foot short of where the floor would have been. He saw it fade quickly as his torch, forgotten in his haste to save his skin, fell into endless blackness. It faded into utter dark, and John grunted with effort, feeling forward with a loose foot for a sheer edge to the pit. The toe of his boot brushed stone, and John searched blindly for purchase. Finding a little of it, he shifted a hand quickly, his muscles were starting to burn a little. Bit by bit, he shifted his hands until one rested on the edge of the pit, whose sides were sheer against the walls of the actual hallway. Blindly, he pulled himself upwards until he was on his knees in pitch darkness, his toes hanging into an apparently infinite black. He grabbed a torch from his belt, now his second of three, and fished a piece of flint to light it on the walls. Sparks flashed, and the torch gave him five feet of what looked to be the same corridor.

John didn’t look back as he pushed himself up with his free hand and resumed his walk down the corridor, especially carefully this time.