I am an adrenaline junkie who gets his kicks from escape rooms. I have escaped from nearly fifty rooms all in under thirty seconds, never failing a single one. When they lock the door to that room you become nothing more than a caged animal with only one goal.. escape. What may seem like a fun family activity to most is, to me and a select few, a true test of ones survival instincts. My first experience with an escape room gave such a rush that I actually began to overheat to the point where I thought I might faint or begin to have a panic attack. Next thing i know I’m digging my way through sheetrock and pink insulation, bursting through the other side of the wall, dripping with sweat and on the verge of tears. Needless to say the sight of myself, a 6’5″ 250 pound male with thick tattooed arms, muscles rippling, fingers and hands busting and tearing their way through the wall gave the employees and the unfortunate others trapped inside quite a shock. After that I knew that I had to go back. I had been shown by the escape rooms that I had a deep fear of being held captive in a small room. I have since mastered my fears of captivity through the use of these escape rooms, and my own sheer willpower and determination. I am not only a sharper, more confident man for it, but have gained a more realist, almost animalistic view on life. There’s nothing like being locked up against your will, yearning for freedom, Then going from a frantic captive, to a powerful overcomer, triumphantly flinging open the door, dick and balls in hand, the room keeper’s eyes meeting yours and in reaction to the smug look of victory on your face, they lower their head in shame, knowing the taste of defeat. Knowing that they were powerless to contain you. You are a survivor.