You stride up past the foothills of Mt. McLargehuge. As you leave the foothills and enter the anklehills, you stop and breathe in the fresh mountain air. You feel a brief sensation that the mountain is a living entity, and that it reverberates with musical sounds. Then that passes – of course the hills aren’t alive, that’s just silly.
You regard the impressive glaciers and snowy massiveness of Mt. McLargeHuge with trepidation. Then you put down the trepidation (where’d you get that stuff, anyway?) and read the trail guide in front of you. It looks like you have your choice of three equally unlikely places to go – three will be the number of the places, and the number of the places shall be three. One branch ends at “The Secret Lair of the Ninja Snowmen” (which can’t be all that secret really, since it’s written on the sign), one goes around the calfhills of the mountain, across the Orc Chasm, and into the valley of Rof’Lm’Fao, and one leads to The eXtreme Slope, a popular hangout for all manner of eXTREME people doing eXTREME things.