I have no idea why the original died. Describe a situation, ask the next posters to try to escape it, first to successfully escape it can make the next one. Do NOT assume anything is in the room unless the person says so (no sneaky taking a second door or finding a key on the ground or anything like that).
This first scenario is from some random conspiracy theorist's site, but it proves to be entertaining.
I look down, saddened that my pool is empty, and saddened that my friend, the sweaty man, is no longer here to make us moist. Was it worth it? Was our excursion fruitless after all? No, no, it could and can not be! I must find a way out! I hold up the mirror to my face.
"This party," I put on my sunglasses, "is for the birds."
The birds' eyes suddenly widen, and they all open their mouths, uttering a sound similar to "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH", and as I pull two rubber bands out of my pockets, they swoop down and take hold of them, lifting me to safety; all the way to Narnia!
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Your next mission, should you choose to accept it (and you will, this is not a free country), is to escape the confines of a McDonald's backroom freezer after closing time. The door is firmly shut, and for some stupid reason, the handle is not only frozen, but also completely for looks alone.
What you have in the room is a thermostat in a locked control box at the other end of the room, a paperclip, a pencil, a nametag that says "Ralph" (though this is simply an alias), a mirror, a pair of sunglasses, a skeleton in the corner, and fifty thousand frozen (supposedly beef) patties. You also have a tub of frozen salsa and a radio stuck on country music.
I use light with my mirror to melt the ice on the handle, but find it's useless. After finding that the door is frozen stuck, I take a bone from the skeleton and break the control box open, evenetually getting mad and breaking the radio over the loosened box, destroying the lid altogether. From there, I increase the thermostat to above freezing, in fact to 100 degrees Fahrenheit. It's hot in here, butII can take it for a while, and while the ice is weakened, I smash it with my skeleton bones, wrenching the door open with a skeleton bone and walking out with my sunglasses and Ralph nametag looking like a boss.
You are stuck on top of a skyscraper. Looking down, you're clearly incredibly high off of the ground, at least... those are like a hundred window ledges you can see. Someone's gone and cemented over the roof access hatch while you were taking a nice nap, and all you've got is a pair of sunglasses, a tattered hang glider that doesn't have much cloth around its metal ros (the thing just landed from above), a splattered person (The thing just landed from above.... poor guy.), your sunbathing towel, and an umbrella for if it started to rain. Also a rope to tie yourself to the roof in case it got windy. You've got to get down!
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
I tear the towel and cloth of the hang glider into strips and tie them together, then take the metal frame of the hang glider and bend it into a hook, using my umbrella as a crowbar. I then attach this hook to the ropelike composition of the towel and cloth, put on sunglass, and, using the contraption as a grappling hook, swing from window ledge to window ledge, using the splattered person to soften the impact.
You are locked in the back of a truck moving at approximately 103 kph in a straight line on a highway, with not another vehicle in sight. With you you have a torch, a screwdriver, a roll of chicken wire, a handgun with no bullets, a 9V battery and a lidless ant farm full of dormant Siafu, which the vibrations are slowly making active. You have to escape before the truck reaches its location or the Siafu eat you.
Following my pool incident, I was going to be sure to not end up in another pool this time, so I quickly dispose of my handgun through a vent in the ceiling to the outside. Now, I began to plot my escape. I quickly put to use my cartoony intuition and optimism, and concocted an ingenious plan! I use my torch to annoy the ants further, and they emerge from the depths of their ant farm, quite angry and rather grumpy. They all look to me, and I quickly point to the truck door and shout, "HE DID IT!" The ants, sleepy and dumb, were eager to place their anger on anything, so they quickly took my suggestion and set about assaulting the door. Six minutes later, the door had been completely destroyed. Now, this isn't a very well known fact, but ants love batteries. I took the 9v battery and placed it in the ant farm, and the ants were very much pleased, so they returned to their hapless little ant farm lifestyle, herding ant dogies atop their ant horses, and feeding the ant pigs with last ant-night's ant scraps. While they were distracted plowing their ant fields, I sneakily heaved their farm out the open door onto the road, breaking it on impact and killing them all like helpless ant lambs to the slaughter. And then I realized I no longer needed to escape, so I resorted to sleeping all the way to my free destination!
Now, you are stuck in an interrogation room, with your hands untied behind your back. The door is closed and has no handle, which you quickly realize is a bit of a problem. You have a paperclip in your pocket, there is a mirror on the wall, you have a pair of sunglasses on the floor, and the room has no windows. There is also no ventilation, so it is fairly imperative that you escape, or it could get hot in here from your breathing. There is a one-way window on the wall by the door, which you suddenly realize is facing the wrong way for you, because you mistook it for the mirror before. You also have a crowbar, but not really, because it is surgically sewn into your leg as a replacement for your femur. Speaking of which, your femur is in the corner, being molested by a rat. Good luck.
I am the restless haunt of DBF.
I'm in ur walls, eetin' ur pilloes! So get away from mah corn! I'm in ur cornfield, WHISPERING IN UR EARS!!!
I move my untied (you said untie behing my back ) hands from my back, grab my femur, AND KILL THE RAT, crawling because holy aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah crowbar in my leg. Then, I carefully shatter th emirror, throw glass shards at anyone behind it, cut the strings connecting the crowbar to my leg carefully and retie the strings in with my actual femur, get up and scream in pain slightly, take the bloody crowbar, put some glasses on. shove the paperclip in the crack in the door to make a tiny tiny opening for my crowbar, and then shove in the crowbar and open the door. I walk out with the sunglasses looking like a boss.
You are in a giant bag of dice. Rattlign around in the giant bag of dice (mostly d4s, but some d20s too) is a pair of scissors and a dnd handbook, and a pair of sunglasses. The dice are crushing you, and outside the bag it is a giant locked room, with nothing but a few giant Dnd miniatures and a real sword, along with a fake scroll of fireball.
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.