A dozen cold hands grab you from beneath. They sing to you. Such terrible songs! Songs for once-human voices and crushing black depths. You struggle free, but the songs will haunt you.
You power ahead, and you are out of the pack [...] when the Drownies come. Three [...] are pulled under [and] not seen again [...] you speed on to victory.
Mister Stainrod presents you with a [...] trophy and brushes aside [...] the lost swimmers...
