"What if the plane crashes daddy?" You look down at your daughter's eyes. She's close to tears. Knees are weak, arms are heavy. Vomit on her sweater already. Mom's spaghetti. She's clutching her teddy bear to her chest tightly.
[[Console her]]
[[Tell her to get over it its just a carnival ride.]]As you pat her on the back she turns and in an isntant bites your forearm tearing it asunder. As you desperately try to stop the bleeding she sprints on all fours into the crowd. Before you can pursue her an explosion goes off nearby and you are knocked to the ground by the severed head of a rainbow wig wearing clown.
you:
[[chase her into the crowd]]
[[pull out your magnum and start shooting]]You respond to your daughter, "I got some mood lights for my car. It changes with the music. Really establishes a mood."
"What?" Your daughter's response, still with watery eyes.
"What I'm trying to say is there are things way more important than our own mortality."
Your daughter's face shifts, sporting a puzzled expression instead of a sad one. There is a brief awkward silence as you both stand in line for the new carnival ride.
Suddenly there is a loud explosion behind you. Not close enough to harm you or your daughter but at least 20 people are now missing limbs.
You:
[[You grasp your daughter and use her as a shield]]
[[You pick up your daughter and start to run]]THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Your daughter bawls as body parts slam into her. You sturggle to hold on against the torrent of limbs, but you manage to back away and find cover behind the base of the ferris wheel. You take a deep breath and wipe the sweat out of your eyes. You're safe for now, but you need a plan.
You: Option 1A: Call the only person qualified for this sitation.
Option 1A: Pull the pin on your trusty smoke grenade in an attempt to hide from the reapers.
[[Option 1A]]
[[Option 1B]]You move as fast as you can, breaking speeds you never thought you could. Then as if the universe was mocking your speed, Jesse Owens appears beside you and speeds away. Before you can attempt to catch up to him you realise your daughter has climbed down your leg as you ran and tied your shoes together. You come crashing down, your knee shattering against the earth, your face seeming to shatter through the ground... no wait it did. The earth shatters like a mirror and you fall through to an earth just the same as your own but with inverted colors.
You: Option 1: Bite your own tongue to make sure this isn't a dream.
Option 1A: Call the only person qualified for this sitation.
[[Option 1]]
[[Option 1A]]More limbs fly around you as you charge into the crowd. you see your daughter hopping from person to person, tearing out throats like a malevolent bullfrog. "Lucy!" you scream, "Lucy come back." Your daughter's ears prick up at the sound. She turns to you and smiles. She rears up on her hind legs and launches herself at you. You feel her teeth clench your abdomen. She burrows her face into you, chewing out your intestines.
[[Start]] The gun feels a bit arwy in your hand, for it has been too long since the gates were last open. How long was it? 4? 5 years since the last collapse? Your hand being reaquanited to the magnum is a pleasurable feeling, similar to meeting up with an old friend. As you blindly shoot into the crowd, looking for your next target you see something in the corner of your eye. A red hat.
No.
This can't be.
The man in the red hat springs forward.You weren't expecting this. No collapse has included this in the past few centuries.
"No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!" The man shouts.
You:
*Option 1 is Call ICE and have him deported*
*Option 1B is pull out your blunt and take a hit*
[[Option 1]]
[[Option 1B]]After those events you hurry away to the nearest safe house. The nearest one to your location is about 2 miles away due East. Oh yes, also your daughter is nowhere near you now, but you don't care. The only thing that matters is your mission. All of humanity is counting on you.
You finally arrive at the safehouse. A quaint little fruit stand in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. Despite its humble appearance, a massive bunker lies beneath it, where other protectors of Earth realm reside. Before you head in you decide to buy some fruit from the stand. You see a bright orange mango. You see small beads of water slowly fall down its side as the light gleams off of the succulent fruit.
You:
[[Cast a stone of resurrection into the near swamp]]
[[the attractive young lady behind the counter winks at you]]
[[EAT THAT MANGO]]You look down at your cell phone, thinking of who to call. Lebron? No he's in Clevaland. Elon? No, he's busy making South Park episodes. Doraleous? No, he's in Nudonia. Who you gonna call?...it dawns on you. Who you gonna call, Ghostbusters! You dial Bill Murray.
[[No answer]]You forgot you have asthma. As you begin suffocating you can only think about the entirety of your life.
The life fades away from you, but you accept your fate. For after pondering your life you only see failure and sadness. In fact not a single happy moment flashes before you, only negative memories. Finally you will be at peace, finally....you will find happiness....Your final thought is a simple prayer to God asking to not be reincarneted, for you know now that this reality only brings corruption and sadness.
[[Start]]You forgot you have a horrible fruit allergy to Mangoes.
You die lol
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