You look at the numbers on the box. Surely those are significant numerals. Feeling a degree of confidence you reach over to the small metal handle that protrudes from the box's front and give it a tug.
Instantly the box flips open revealing a dark interior. Your just about to stick a hand in to try and pull out some hopefully useful items when suddenly something cannons out of the box and smacks you hard in the side of the head.
You real away across the white painted ring, feeling a litle dizzy. It is only when the same object jumps out again that you recognize it as a small metal boxing glove on the end of a long retractable spring.
Desperately you hurl yourself to one side, trying to avoid another spring loaded wollop, however as you here an ominous clunking from behind you realize that it's not just this box which is attempting to punch your lights out.
You spin frantically, whirling one arm down in what is quite a reasonable block, however a third hand catches you hard in the ribs and oncemore you stagger sideways, putting you into the range of yet more rapidly extending gloves.
this is a boxing ring indeed, and right now you seem to have awakened a many armed, spring loaded fight to the death. With increasingly more desperation you turn, trying to either bat away or dodge the many gloves that stretch out towards you, but it seems every turn you make just exposes another area of your body to a brusing smash.
Frantically you try to back towards one of the entrances, but this only decreaces the range of some of the extending fists, and means that they hit harder.
After several blows to the head you find your vision going gradually fuzzy. One fist catches you neetly on the kneecap and there is an unpleasant snapping noise.
As you collapse under the hail of punishing blows, you realize that boxing ring though this is, there is certainly no referee, and have a nasty suspicion that this round won't end until you've been knocked out of life itself.
This sadly proves true, as a fury of increased pummelling from the extending boxing gloves leaves you in a boneless, battered heap.
You are now dead, and also deffinately not the winner of this match.
Maybe one of the other boxes would be a more prophitable choice, should you find yourself mysteriously reincarnated and back in exactly the same place once again.
The horrible dungeons of dreadful doom.
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