Follow the second path, which is wider and smoother but has a strange odor

From Create Your Own Story

You're tired of scraping yourself on the rock walls. You've had to take off your backpack several times. You decide to take the wider path. You just wish that obnoxious smell would go away.

Suddenly, the path drops away underneath you. You scream as you fall. After a plunge of about thirty feet, you are brutally impaled on a set of razor-sharp spikes.

The smell was the stench of death.

YOU ARE DEAD