Game:Pick Up the Phone Booth and Aisle/jump

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Closing your eyes for what you know will be the last time, you make your body jump forward and...


"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..............................................splash.


...but you do not die. Despite what intuition may have told you, striking the surface of the mighty, fathomless puddle of water does not shatter your skeleton. Rather, you find yourself intact, and continuing to descend, unhindered by the water around you. The word "buoyancy" comes to your mind, followed by a question mark, but these are washed out of your head by the surging waters.

Deeper and deeper you plunge, until the flourescent light of the distant ceiling vanishes altogether. It is here, in total blackness, that you feel the waters moving through you, changing you. Stale flesh and rigid bone give way to pure, clear liquid. You become one with the water, and the water with you. Your history and identity, now unneeded, melt away forever.

Then the janitor steps into the aisle, discovers you lying face-down in an inch of water, and rotates your head upward. You gasp, open your eyes, hop to your feet and briskly resume your shopping.

*** Your suicide attempt has resulted only in humiliation ***


But wait...

You feel a tremendous wrench – the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.

But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....

Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.

On to the next aisle.

The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.

You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.

A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.


Your move:

*Secret option!
Super-secret option!
Double super-secret option!