Welcome to The Vortex, one more step please.

There you are, standing on the edge of a massive abyss. The sting of sweat and smell of fear permeates your senses. In front of you, a mass of swirling darkness where you are guaranteed only the enjoyment of complete emotional peril, the joy of crushing physical pain and the guarantee that whatever happens you are probably going to drink a lot of fucking beer. Behind you, the comfort of a warm and fluffy existence: no fear, little pain… still a lot of fucking beer. What will you do? How will you measure up? Do you crawl back into the womb or do you bolt out into the unknown? Choose…

UPDATE:

There are a shocking number of you (34%) who prefer to suckle their mothers bosom rather than boat race. Fortunate for the sorry lot of 9, you are surrounded by those who look diversity in the eye and laugh their frigg'n asses off and choose to overcome and evolve. Although some may lack the emotional and physical fortitude to step into the unknown, we strong will carry you through. When you come out of your fog of shame, we’ll be here waiting for you to sack up and buy the first pitcher. If your shame is now being masked by anger at these words you may wand to spend some time with some new friends: http://zopyros.ccqc.uga.edu/~crawdad/SCA/Pink_Fuzzy_Bunny.html