HS - Anvils

Right about then the walls start to close in. They come at a snail’s crawl of a pace, so slow it’s not immediately obvious that they’re moving. The Salesman becomes extremely flustered. The White Knight curses a lot. The Smiley Face Killer tries pushing on the walls to no avail. Fumigator only rolls his eyes and Hammerspace laughs. The Schrodinger scoffs.

“I was figuring on this or water filling up the room to drown us all – what with the drain and everything. I suppose that’s just for easy clean up. After we’re all crushed they can come in and hose everything down the drain.”

Hammerspace pulls an anvil out of his jacket and sets it in the center of the room. He sets another one next to that. Pretty soon he has a stack of them about six wide and four tall. Once the walls hit the anvils they begin to creak.

“This is exactly the kind of thing I was referring to earlier,” says The Schrodinger. “How could Doom Machine ever predict anything this ridiculous?”

The walls, unable to crush the stack of anvils in the center of the room, eventually they give way and we hear a loud blasting noise as whatever mechanism propels them bursts somewhere in an adjoining chamber.

After this, Hammerspace uses a concrete saw to cut through the wall and lead us out of the death trap chamber.

- Chapter 21