While Scott had been able to (mostly) ignore the corpses in the lake in favour of becoming more at ease with his new state of being, it was a lot harder to ignore the ones that littered the gray-black sand when they landed on the opposite shore. Mostly because a few of these ones stunk more. Not so many bleached skeletons on this end; these bodies were juicier.

"Blugh," said Scott, making a better effort of getting out of the boat than he had getting into it. If he got more used to letting his sense of gravity guide him rather than his sense of touch, he could move around a little bit easier. "'f anything imma not die just so I don't leave my body lyin' 'round here. Littering: don't do it, kids."

Aside from all the bodies, the most noticeable thing on this shore was the giant cliff face covered in funky symbols. In the rock were four thick, bloody doors that didn't look the slightest bit intimidating at all, oh no sir-ee. All four bore the same warning: "Three must enter, Three must leave."

"Y'know, I like this place more all th' time. First the sthkeleton tells us not to die, and now the doorsth too. It's like they're kinda sorta cheering us on," he said as he approached the wall.

He took a sidelong look at one of the bigger blood stains. "Or whatever."