You throw yourself at the stone slide, which is covered with slippery muck. Attacking it with reckless abandon each time, you nonetheless continuously slip and stumble back down.

You start to cough and choke with the sulfur and methane in the air and the increasing lack of oxygen. Your lungs begin to ache until you can no longer move without pain, at which point you sit down from where you first rose here. A feeling of exhaustion washes over you, your eyes grow dim, and your head nods as you slip into a sleep from which you will not awaken.