[Illusion]

Granted, but air hockey soon becomes a competitive sport which you partake in. The air hockey mob was betting against you and told you to lose, but because of the magic of your skills you ultimately won. The mob then ties you up, cement your feet in concrete, and throws you into a middle of some lake. You die from the lack of air.

I wish Trisphee was owned by a bunny rabbit named Samantha.