You are walking in a ghostly, eerie town of silence mixed with deafening police sirens echoing in the distance. //Damn that was a long day at work//, you think.// I need a smoke//.
Do you [[pull out your pack of cigs]] or [[forget about it]]?
<img src="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/dark-gritty-alleyway-picture-id655391120?b=1&k=20&m=655391120&s=170667a&w=0&h=YL3f-pKt5gT-lbuuW2Av-rfC07PtJ8MX6bcRL08L5dg="> You come closer to the doll, you feel as though you feel it call your name, almost like there’s this gravitational pull between you and the doll. You reach out your hand, as though you’re being allured by this doll, it’s extraordinary. You grab the doll and pick it up, inspecting and examining the fine stitches forming a cross on its one eye, while admiring the sheer detail of a small bone sewed into the torso. All of a sudden, you feel immense strength coursing through your nerves and veins. It’s tantalising and feels as though it’s made you all the more powerful and superhuman. You then try to decide what you’re going to do with this newfound gift of immense strength and vitality. Then, all of a sudden, you hear screaming from what appears to be a woman being terrorised and mugged in the distance. You creep closer to the noise and upon further inspection in the shadows.. you see a man holding a woman at gunpoint, forcing her to give up her wallet and jewellery. The victim is terrified, you have to do something. You either think to [[use your doll on the attacker]] or [[step onto the scene and try to apprehend the thug]].
You walk away from the doll, carrying on with your late night stroll. But something doesn’t feel right, it’s almost like you feel the doll calling your name. As creepy as it is, you know you should probably go back and see what’s up. With each step you take walking away from the terrifying toy, you feel yourself begin to become weak, even deathly sick. You still have a chance though. Do you wish to [[return to the doll]] or [[continue leaving it behind]]?
You come closer to the doll, you feel as though you feel it call your name, almost like there’s this gravitational pull between you and the doll. You reach out your hand, as though you’re being allured by this doll, it’s extraordinary. You grab the doll and pick it up, inspecting and examining the fine stitches forming a cross on its one eye, while admiring the sheer detail of a small bone sewed into the torso. All of a sudden, you feel immense strength coursing through your nerves and veins. It’s tantalising and feels as though it’s made you all the more powerful and superhuman. You then try to decide what you’re going to do with this newfound gift of immense strength and vitality. Then, all of a sudden, you hear screaming from what appears to be a woman being terrorised and mugged in the distance, You creep closer to the noise and upon further inspection in the shadows, you see a man holding a woman at gunpoint, forcing her to give up her wallet and jewellery. The victim is terrified, you have to do something. You either think to [[use your doll on the attacker]] or [[step onto the scene and try to apprehend the thug]].
You go with your gut and decide to completely leave the doll behind, hoping you won’t regret it. What comes over you next is an immediate rush of pain in your chest. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. You can feel your heart pound and with each beat, the pain gets stronger and you’re left crying in pain on the ground. Your body curls up as you peg for the pain to go away but it only gets stronger. You feel yourself losing your mind and all consciousness as it feels like you’re having a heart attack. You feel yourself take your last few breaths and your heart starts to slow down dangerously, coming to a complete stop.
(text-colour: red )[You have died..]
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You don't have time for that right now. How do you know if this thing really works? You need to act quick or else he's gonna shoot her.
Do you still [[attempt black magic]] or [[step onto the scene and try to apprehend the thug]] You make the hasty decision to appear out of the shadows and attempt to attack the aggressor by trying to disarm him.
You can dodge the swing coming from his left fist by evading either [[left]] or [[right]]
You place one of the sharp pins in the doll’s head, this turn of events immediately transpires to the thug cupping his hands into his head as he screams in pain, blood starts to leak from his ears. He falls to the ground and appears to be either dead or unconscious. You run up to the woman and ask if she’s ok. As distressed as she looks, she doesn’t seem very thankful, she cries “What did you do!?!” and gathers herself up shakily only to stand up and run away screaming, //poor thing is probably traumatised//, you think to yourself. You stand there in disbelief as you’re now alone with the man’s dead body. //What have I done..?//, you think to yourself in disbelief. All of a sudden, you hear the faint sound of police sirens get closer and closer as you see cop cars pull up at the scene. //Well this couldn’t get much worse..// your thoughts frenzy up a storm in your head. The cops spring out from their car doors and one of them screams, “Put your hands behind your head!!” while their guns are fixated and pointed directly at your forehead. You have to think fast, do you [[take out your doll and begin your terror on these policemen]] as a means to escape or do you [[let them handcuff you]]?
<img src="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/murdered-mans-hand-lying-on-the-ground-picture-id187320240?b=1&k=20&m=187320240&s=170667a&w=0&h=ErVupdd64XJrWs5rrZ5BRA5q1fB8YryiWQHCBOWbMHk="> You stab one of the pins into the doll’s right arm, this makes the thug drop his gun as he feels a throbbing pain in his arm, he looks at his arm in disbelief as the pain is enough for him to give up his mugging and run away from the crime scene. You run up to the woman and ask if she’s ok. She looks confused by the bizarre situation but brushes it off as she’s glad her attacker fled and she’s now safe. “I.. I don’t know what’s just happened. He attacked me and I thought for sure I was going to die.” the woman says shakily under her breath. I help her up and walk her out of the alleyway and back on the safer streets. “Don’t worry miss, you’re ok. He can’t hurt you anymore now.” I see her fumbling in her purse for something, she pulls out a $50 dollar note. “It’s all I have. Please.. I can’t thank you enough for saving me back there.” [[take the money]] or [[let her keep it]].
<img src="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1500316124030-4cffa46f10f0?ixlib=rb-4.0.3&ixid=MnwxMjA3fDB8MHxzZWFyY2h8OHx8ZGFyayUyMG1vbmV5fGVufDB8fDB8fA%3D%3D&w=1000&q=80"> You stab one of the pins into the doll’s leg, this makes the thug drop his gun as he feels a throbbing pain in his leg, he looks at his leg in disbelief as the pain is enough for him to give up his mugging and run away from the crime scene, almost limping on one leg as he struggles to get away. You run up to the woman and ask if she’s ok. She looks confused by the bizarre situation but brushes it off as she’s glad her attacker fled and she’s now safe. “I.. I don’t know what’s just happened. He attacked me and I thought for sure I was going to die.” the woman says shakily under her breath. You help her up and walk her out of the alleyway and back on the safer streets. “Don’t worry, you’re ok. He can’t hurt you anymore now.” You see her fumbling in her purse for something, she pulls out a $50 dollar note. “It’s all I have. Please.. I can’t thank you enough for saving me back there.” [[take the money]] or [[let her keep it]].
<img src="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1500316124030-4cffa46f10f0?ixlib=rb-4.0.3&ixid=MnwxMjA3fDB8MHxzZWFyY2h8OHx8ZGFyayUyMG1vbmV5fGVufDB8fDB8fA%3D%3D&w=1000&q=80"> You stick one of the pins in the doll’s chest, and as soon as you do this, you hear a blood-curdling scream from the aggressor. He squeezes his chest in pain and falls to the ground, dropping his gun in the process. He coughs rapidly and starts to gush up blood while he chokes on his last breath. You run up to the woman and ask if she’s ok. As distressed as she looks, she doesn’t seem very thankful, she cries “What did you do!?!” and gathers herself up shakily only to stand up and run away screaming, //poor thing is probably traumatised//, you think to yourself. You stand there in disbelief as you’re now alone with the man’s dead body. //What have I done..?//, you think to yourself in disbelief. All of a sudden, you hear the faint sound of police sirens get closer and closer as you see cop cars pull up at the scene. //Well this couldn’t get much worse..// your thoughts frenzy up a storm in your head. The cops spring out from their car doors and one of them screams, “Put your hands behind your head!!” while their guns are fixated and pointed directly at your forehead. You have to think fast, do you [[take out your doll and begin your terror on these policemen]] as a means to escape or do you [[let them handcuff you]]?
<img src="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/murdered-mans-hand-lying-on-the-ground-picture-id187320240?b=1&k=20&m=187320240&s=170667a&w=0&h=ErVupdd64XJrWs5rrZ5BRA5q1fB8YryiWQHCBOWbMHk="> //I can’t believe I’m doing this//, you think. You take out your doll as the officer looks at you bizarrely, he then pulls out his gun and the rest of them keep their guns pointed at you. “Sir, do not make this any harder than it has to be! Put your hands behind your head!!” they scream at you. You sigh and take out whatever pins you have left, you then start to rapidly stab the head of the doll with multiple pins. With each new impalement, one officer before the other drops to the grounds in sheer terror and pain as they scream like their heads are imploding, while they grab onto their head like they’re in a sick nightmare. Blood starts gushing out of their ears and mouth as their screams turn to soft chokes as they lay lifeless on the ground. You look down in your hand at the tortue device that you've inflicted on these men. This thing is evil. //How can I live with what I've done..?// your thoughts echo throughout your mind, like a hollow wasteland. //But, on the other hand.. I could use it in times of need.//
[[drop it and flee the scene]] or [[clench onto it and run]]
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You grab the money and accept her charity. “Oh.. thank you for this. Really, stay safe out there. These streets aren’t safe for anyone to be out here late at night.” She smiles and walks away. You start to head back home as you can’t seem to wrap your head around the past 20 mins of your life. But as you head back in the same direction the crime took place, you’re in shock at what you see in front of you... it’s the same thug from before but this time, he’s not so alive this time. He’s lying dead on the ground with his body contorted in a chilling position. Around him are a group of officers trying to decipher the situation and set up a crime scene. “Hello sir, would you know anything about what happened to this man?” one of the officers asks you. Do you [[lie]] or [[tell the truth]]?
<img src="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/murdered-mans-hand-lying-on-the-ground-picture-id187320240?b=1&k=20&m=187320240&s=170667a&w=0&h=ErVupdd64XJrWs5rrZ5BRA5q1fB8YryiWQHCBOWbMHk="> You look into the officer’s eyes and revel in your honesty, “He tried to attack a woman and attempted to mug her while holding her at gunpoint. But when I tried to step in and help, he had already fled and maybe got cold feet. I have no idea how he died though.” Your story sounds bizarre but it’s the most truthful you can get as you try to retell the events of what exactly happened, can’t be saying no voodoo doll forced this man to retreat and run away. “And he just.. ran away because he got scared? That doesn’t make much sense, kid. Is there anything you’re not telling us?” Your throat dries up, your heart pounds and your stomach churns. //How the hell do I get out of this one?//, you think to yourself. Do you [[keep trying to convince them]] or [[tell them about this cursed voodoo doll you found]]?
You nervously summon up the words, “Uhh, no. I’ve never seen him before. What happened here?” You struggle to hold eye contact with the officer as you're a terrible liar. “We checked his pulse, he ain’t breathing of course.. I can’t see why you’d walk straight up here of all places, it’s like you knew this guy’s corpse was here already. You got nothing to do with this I hope?” Your throat dries up, your heart pounds and your stomach churns. //How the hell do I get out of this one?//, you think to yourself. Do you [[keep trying to convince them]] or [[tell them about this cursed voodoo doll you found]]?
As you try to think of the most convincing reply you can concoct in your head, your eyes trace to an old, brown wallet on the concrete. //She must’ve dropped this earlier!// you think. “Actually,” You begin, as you walk over to the wallet on the ground and pick it up in redemption, “This was her’s, the woman that he tried to mug, this is her wallet. Look, it even has her ID in it, she must’ve dropped it when she was being attacked by this guy.” The officer looks at you and then over to the wallet slightly puzzled. He grabs the ID from the hand and inspects. After a brief pause, he looks over at you and seems to be believing your statement. “Where is this woman now?” he says with conviction. “She got away,” you say, "But I believe she’s safe now”. He pauses for a minute, wondering what to say next. “Ok boys, take this man’s body away and set up a crime scene, we’re gonna be here a while.” The other officers get to work and he looks over at you again. “You’re coming in with me for questioning, there’s still something off about this..” You reluctantly agree to head back with the officer and into his car to the police station. You sit in the officer’s car as you look at the doll in your hands, you think back to the utter chaos and devastation it’s caused just this one night. You throw it out the car window and watch as the car tires run over the doll, destroying it as it drives away. Now this doll cannot do no harm to anyone anymore, its curse is finished..
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//He is not going to believe this..// you think to yourself in dismay. “Well.. this doll actually” You say as you pull the doll out in full exposure. “This thing is cursed, like seriously as soon as I pick it up from the ground, it gives me this power to just hurt people and that’s what I did with this thug that was trying to mug this woman. I’m being completely serious, like I don’t know how else to explain this to you. This whole thing is completely insane!" You exclaim. //God I sound like a lunatic right now, what the hell am I doing!?// “Son, what the hell is wrong with you?” the officer shouted, completely perplexed by what you just said. “I have to bring you in, boy!” He then pulls out his handcuffs and steps closer to you, the officers' guns fixated onto you like a shooting target at a shooting range. You have to think quick, as a last minute resort do you [[take out your doll and begin your terror on these policemen]] as a means to escape or do you [[let them handcuff you]]?
You nervously summon up the words, “Uhh, no. I’ve never seen him before. What happened here?” You try to hold eye contact with the officer to make it look like you’re telling the truth. “We checked his pulse, he ain’t breathing of course.. I can’t see why you’d walk straight up here of all places, it’s like you knew this guy’s corpse was here already. You got nothing to do with this I hope?” Your throat dries up, your heart pounds and your stomach churns. //How the hell do I get out of this one?//, you think to yourself. All of a sudden, a mild gust of wind comes across, the breeze is enough for the half-tucked in $50 dollar bill to fly straight out of your pocket. The green paper bill stands out like a sore thumb in the dimly-lim, dark, gothic alleyway. This immediately catches the officer’s attention and his eyes go straight to the money, then back to your face, dead in your eyes.. “Well what’s this? You didn’t happen to steal from this man too did you.” My eyes trace back to the man’s lifeless body, and next to it on the concrete I see a brown, half empty wallet. Your heart sinks. //She must’ve forgot her wallet back here after she dropped it!//, you think to yourself. “Sir, we’re gonna have to take you in!” the officer exclaims, pulling out his handcuffs and stepping closer to me. You have to think quick, as a last minute resort do you [[take out your doll and begin your terror on these policemen]] as a means to escape or do you [[let them handcuff you]]?
You look into the officer’s eyes and revel in your honesty, “He tried to attack a woman and attempted to mug her while holding her at gunpoint. But when I tried to step in and help, he had already fled and maybe got cold feet. I have no idea how he died though.” Your story sounds bizarre but it’s the most truthful you can get as you try to retell the events of what exactly happened, can’t be saying no voodoo doll forced this man to retreat and run away. “And he just.. ran away because he got scared? That doesn’t make much sense, kid. Is there anything you’re not telling us?” Out of the blue, a mild gust of wind comes across, the breeze is enough for the half-tucked in $50 dollar bill to fly straight out of your pocket. The green paper bill stands out like a sore thumb in the dimly-lim dark, gothic alleyway. This immediately catches the officer’s attention and his eyes go straight to the money, back to your face, dead in your eyes. “Well what’s this? You didn’t happen to steal from this man, did you.” My eyes trace back to the man’s lifeless body, and next to it on the concrete I see a brown, half empty wallet. Your heart sinks. //She must’ve forgot her wallet back here after she dropped it!//, you think to yourself. “Sir, we’re gonna have to take you in!” the officer exclaims, pulling out his handcuffs and stepping closer to me. You have to think quick, as a last minute resort do you [[take out your doll and begin your terror on these policemen]] as a means to escape or do you [[let them handcuff you]]?
You reach your hand in your pocket and shakily grab a cigarette and hold it to your lips. Lighter in the other hand, the flame ignites the tobacco and a whiff of smoky nicotine clouds in your nostrils. You then hear your distinctive notification alert sound out in the pouch of your jeans. //Doesn't she know I'm coming home right now!? Let me be for god's sake. // Your light irritation turns to frustration as you can't catch a moment of peace it seems.
Do you [[check your phone]] or [[ignore it]]?
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//Probably had one too many today, need to quit soon anyway.. // you think to yourself. You then hear your distinctive notification alert sound out in the pouch of your jeans. //Doesn't she know I'm coming home right now!? Let me be for god's sake. // Your light irritation turns to frustration as you can't catch a moment of peace it seems.
Do you [[check your phone]] or [[ignore it]]? "You picked up the late shift again didn't you? It's late at night, you now how much I worry." the text message reads. You breathe out a deep sigh. //Yep, just as I thought.// you think to yourself. //I should send something back shouldn't I? //
[[let her know you're ok]] or [[put your phone on silent]]
<img src="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/closeup-hand-using-phone-in-night-time-on-street-picture-id619542906?b=1&k=20&m=619542906&s=170667a&w=0&h=erCIYEw-RKUYcwxmlgn_XYRmfwqOk1IN5ajh_u6HGIk="> //Probably nothing important. // You continue your stroll down the dark, creepy, moonlit streets. You're walking when suddenly, you stop when you see a doll on the ground, but this is no ordinary doll. This doll has been handmade by someone with a sinister motive, it’s a decent-sized burlap sack doll with a heart stitched into its chest, a button for an eye and a series of stitches for a mouth.. very harrowing indeed. //This has to be a voodoo doll//, you think to yourself. //But what is it doing here? //
Do you [[pick up the doll]] or [[leave it behind]]?
<img src="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/voodoo-doll-with-pins-picture-id493704559?b=1&k=20&m=493704559&s=170667a&w=0&h=6XLA30GqPF6TJLuEmhGVbvqbC5DpeQvyqfvkioP5lXg="> "I'm fine, it's only for the extra money." you text back in vexation. You put your phone away and carry on with your stroll back home at this late hour. There's barely any cars driving past and you get the feeling that you're more alone out here than you thought. You feel a cold chill down your spine as the black night's wind gets cooler on your tender skin. You're walking when suddenly, you stop when you see a doll on the ground, but this is no ordinary doll. This doll has been handmade by someone with a sinister motive, it’s a decent-sized burlap sack doll with a heart stitched into its chest, a button for an eye and a series of stitches for a mouth.. very harrowing indeed.// This has to be a voodoo doll//, you think to yourself. //But what is it doing here? //
Do you [[pick up the doll]] or [[leave it behind]]?
<img src="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/voodoo-doll-with-pins-picture-id493704559?b=1&k=20&m=493704559&s=170667a&w=0&h=6XLA30GqPF6TJLuEmhGVbvqbC5DpeQvyqfvkioP5lXg="> //It can wait. I'll be home soon anyway. // You click the ringer at the side of your phone off and put your phone back. You carry on your walk back home as you follow the lamp posts illuminating the path in front of you, using it as your guide to get back home. You're walking when suddenly, you stop when you see a doll on the ground, but this is no ordinary doll. This doll has been handmade by someone with a sinister motive, it’s a decent-sized burlap sack doll with a heart stitched into its chest, a button for an eye and a series of stitches for a mouth.. very harrowing indeed. //This has to be a voodoo doll//, you think to yourself. //But what is it doing here? //
Do you [[pick up the doll]] or [[leave it behind]]?
<img src="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/voodoo-doll-with-pins-picture-id493704559?b=1&k=20&m=493704559&s=170667a&w=0&h=6XLA30GqPF6TJLuEmhGVbvqbC5DpeQvyqfvkioP5lXg="> A pool of blood surrounds you as you flee from the scene, leaving that blasted doll behind. Ready to unleash its horrid curse on the next person that takes it..
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You successfully dodge the attacker. Nothing to celebrate now though, as he's still standing. Quick, gotta think of something.
[[sweep from underneath him]] or [[uppercut]]? Kinda dumb move to evade in the direction he's swinging at you. Not to worry though, you're slightly stunned but can still put up a fight.
Do you [[sweep from underneath him]] or [[uppercut]]? You trip him over, causing him to fall and drop his gun. He's stunned now, but no time to waste.
Do you [[kick away the gun before he reaches it]] or [[try to help the woman up and escape]]? You're not quick enough as he grabs your fist and deals a blow to your jaw. You're slightly stunned but still able to move. He's still armed, you've got to do something about that.
Do you [[kick the gun out of his hand]] or [[try to help the woman up and escape]]?
<img src="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/faceless-gun-toting-hoodlum-picture-id133869052?b=1&k=20&m=133869052&s=170667a&w=0&h=19lq89ISLPTzJdyH8ioF43hsRKzfX7QM-D2ihZOlXU4="> The gun is fully out of his reach now. He struggles but manages to pull himself back up. Then, out of seemingly nowhere, he pulls out a sharp, deadly weapon. It seems he brought a knife to a gunfight. The silver shine from the blade almost stuns you, he comes at you with exceeding force.
Do you [[side roll away from his charge]] or [[attempt to kick the knife out of his hand]]?
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(text-colour: red )[You have died..]
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<img src="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1476370648495-3533f64427a2?ixlib=rb-4.0.3&ixid=MnwxMjA3fDB8MHxzZWFyY2h8MXx8YmxhY2slMjBkZWF0aHxlbnwwfHwwfHw%3D&w=1000&q=80"> You get out of his way just in time for him to crash into a garbage can.. all the while stunning him and lodging his knife into his leg by accident. He reluctantly pulls it out but can't stand up. //This is my chance//, you think to myself. //I hope this works // You pull out your doll and feel something in your pocket that wasn’t there before.. You dig in your pocket and your hand reveals a colourful array of pins. This gives you a sick and twisted idea. You have options on which part of the body you want these pins to go in, you can either impale one in the [[head]], [[arm]], [[leg]], or [[chest]].
<img src="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/tarot-cards-skull-and-magic-items-picture-id1195545872?b=1&k=20&m=1195545872&s=170667a&w=0&h=1eS3EWyQVyJw0FwI7waZREOq1Qd6ZqYh8BtcMWirpUU="> Wrong move. He charges at you and slashes your leg with his knife, it's now lodged in your leg. You recoil in pain, barely even able to stand. You summon the courage to yank the knife out of your femur.
Do you [[attempt to flee]] or [[throw the knife at him]]?
<img src="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/closeup-of-man-holding-knife-smeared-with-blood-and-still-dripping-picture-id645032148?b=1&k=20&m=645032148&s=170667a&w=0&h=Z1WTqGKthUxDTBmVeu5Ps5QWWsNd0iJwo-Gn0q1nWDg=">
The gun is out of his reach! Then out of seemingly nowhere, he pulls out a sharp, deadly weapon. It seems he brought a knife to a gunfight. The silver shine from the blade almost stuns you, he comes at you with exceeding force.
Do you [[side roll away from his charge]] or [[attempt to kick the knife out of his hand]]?
<img src="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/dark-photo-of-a-man-holding-a-big-knife-crime-concept-picture-id1371048614?b=1&k=20&m=1371048614&s=170667a&w=0&h=chRy6DgCGh-WknAvSl7VGVFmrb7918nrFskiZdg15zk="> You pull out your doll and feel something in your pocket that wasn’t there before.. You dig in your pocket and your hand reveals a colourful array of pins. This gives you a sick and twisted idea. You have options on which part of the body you want these pins to go in, you can either impale one in the [[head]], [[arm]], [[leg]], or [[chest]].
<img src="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/tarot-cards-skull-and-magic-items-picture-id1195545872?b=1&k=20&m=1195545872&s=170667a&w=0&h=1eS3EWyQVyJw0FwI7waZREOq1Qd6ZqYh8BtcMWirpUU="> Not the smartest move. You're already wounded which would make it near impossible to run, and your attempt at fleeing proves this. The man has already reached for his gun and blown your brains out. You lay lifeless on the ground while the blood seeps out of your skull onto the asphalt.
(text-colour: red )[You have died..]
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(link: "Restart")[(reload:)]
<img src="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1476370648495-3533f64427a2?ixlib=rb-4.0.3&ixid=MnwxMjA3fDB8MHxzZWFyY2h8MXx8YmxhY2slMjBkZWF0aHxlbnwwfHwwfHw%3D&w=1000&q=80"> The man fails to dodge the knife as it lands in his arm. He screams in agony. //This is my chance//, you think to myself.
Do you [[attempt black magic]] or [[try to run]]? It's no use. Your leg is wounded and you can barely walk. The attacker has an advantage over you though as he reaches for his gun and fatally injures you, the bullet rupturing your liver. You lose your footing and fall lifeless onto the hard asphalt.
(text-colour: red )[You have died..]
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###Game over.
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(link: "Restart")[(reload:)]
<img src="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1476370648495-3533f64427a2?ixlib=rb-4.0.3&ixid=MnwxMjA3fDB8MHxzZWFyY2h8MXx8YmxhY2slMjBkZWF0aHxlbnwwfHwwfHw%3D&w=1000&q=80">
↶↷You are walking in a ghostly, eerie town of silence mixed with deafening police sirens echoing in the distance. Damn that was a long day at work, you think. I need a smoke.
Do you pull out your pack of cigs or forget about it?
