I had the pleasure of doing an Escape Room on Saturday! A bunch of us went and split into two teams. My group was like a life raft on the titanic (women and children) and we got locked in the Enchanted Forest where we sang with birds and played on toadstools. We totally won! (even with two crazy 5 year olds in tow) The men on the other hand were trapped with shock collars and a wall full of nails that slowly closed in on them. I so would have taken the penetration of 1000 tiny spikes over frolicking with the master of the forest any day, even after reading this book.
“This isn’t a clue, it’s a declaration of war.”
Let’s talk about what these rooms are really about, psychological warfare. Trapped in an elevator seventy floors up, the Wall Street Wolf Pack frantically searches for clues by camera light to help them escape the stifling, inky abyss they find themselves in. With time running out and secrets slowly emerging I’m desperately flipping pages trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Are these people really this terrible?
Yes, as a matter of fact, they are. As the pieces come together we learn why each one of them deserves to be in the death box. The four of them are egotistical pieces of shit with blatant disregard for human decency. The high life consumed them and they chose money and power over all. The Escape Room is all about how greed and self entitlement can make you blind to the terrible things going on around you, but do you know what happens when a wild animal is backed into a corner? Go pick up a copy of this book and find out.
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