You head towards the door. The man has started to pull some papers out of the desk and is reading them. He ignores you as you open the door only to be assaulted by the sunshine once again. There is a wave of heat coming off the runway that catches you by surprise, but it is quickly washed away with a gentle breeze.

You walk down the stairs and towards the plane. As you approach, a man dressed in a uniform steps from around the side of the plane and gestures towards the entrance, welcoming you to the plane. You move up the steps and into the plane. Inside the plane is clearly a luxury craft designed for the rich. There are four swiveling captain's chairs, wood grain cabinets, and a number of flat screens. You take a seat and sink into the soft leather of the chair.

The man in uniform steps onto the plane behind you. He says, "Sorry, but due to secrecy, there will be no flight attendant on this flight. You can sit anywhere, and I suggest you keep your seat belt on at all times." It then that you notice there are seat belts in the leather chairs. The man continues, "The flight should be over in a couple hours. I would announce when we're landing, but it will be pretty obvious. Enjoy your flight."

Without pausing for questions, the man pulls up the stairs, closes the door, then steps into the cabin. The door to the cabin closes with a click and you are alone in the plane. A few moments later you hear the jet engines start up. You wait for the announcements that never come and the plane starts moving. A minute later you are pressed back into your seat as the plane speeds up down the runway.

You sit back and relax in the seat, planning to get up and explore the plane soon. Before you know it, you are out cold, enjoying the comfort of the seat. You awake with a start when the wheels of the plane touch down onto the ground once again. You look around quickly, trying to re-orient yourself as the plane taxis to a terminal. Looking out the window you see a small shack at the side of what looks like a very new runway. The plane moves towards the shack and in no time the captain comes out of the cabin. Without a word he opens the door and puts down the steps. He stays on board the plane and gestures you towards the exit.

Stepping outside, you feel the humid heat wash over you. The sun is shining brightly, and you can only assume that you are in Cuba. Blinking in the sun, you can see an old sedan parked next to the hut. You start walking towards the car and you hear the door slam shut behind you. The plane is already in motion before you make it to the car. You shrug and figure that it's too late to back out now.

The gravel crunches under your feet as you walk towards the car. There are bits of dust in the air and you can see a long dirt road headed in two directions from the small hut. Walking past the hut, you don't see anyone in the building at all. In fact, it looks like it has been abandoned for some time now. When you arrive at the dark blue car, you look inside and can see a set of keys sitting on the seat. Next to the keys are a map with four locations circled in red. You can tell that one is a runway, apparently where you are now. The second is in town, so that must be the coffee shop. The third looks like an estate on a hill, which must be el Martillo's house. The last is a large building and the only one labeled on the map, and it is labeled, "Hotel Melia Habana."

You open the door and get in the car. The keys do indeed fit the ignition and the car starts up easily. The gas tank indicator shows full and you have to decide what to do next.
> You go to the coffee shop and try to find your contact.
You decide to follow the map towards the contact and the coffee shop. From the airstrip, you drive around a few hills and in the direction of Havana. Driving down the hills, you see the city start to unfold in front of you and can easily follow the map towards the coffee shop.

When you arrive, you notice there is plenty of parking and not that many cars around. Instead there are a number of people on mopeds and motorcycles and a few older cars. There are a few small delivery trucks driving around as well. You find a space on the side of the street and park the car.

You wait in the car for a few moments and watch the people around you. Most of the people around appear to be in a hurry, or at least have a purpose. Across the street there are a number of round tables with umbrellas outside the coffee shop where you are to meet. There are two couples sitting at tables there, drinking coffee and a single man with blonde hair and a bushy mustache sitting by himself. You guess that he must be your contact.

Taking one last look around, you step out of the car. You pause to let a mule pulling a wagon travel along the road before you cross towards the coffee shop. It appears that there is no one else watching as you make your way across the street. You walk up to the blonde man sitting alone.

You say:
> You how's the coffee?
Very suddenly, the man jumps to his feet, knocking the chair he was sitting in to the ground behind him. As it clangs into the ground, his hands rise up, one with a fork and one with a dinner knife. You turn your hips and move quickly to avoid the very sudden slash with the knife across your midsection.

The man moves cautiously with his knife held out in front of him. As his feet shift on the ground, you realize that he looks quite skilled with the improvised weapon. Your mind travels back to your training in the warehouse and you carefully watch the knife, his arm, and his eyes. You are not sure what he will do next, but he is clearly watching you carefully, looking for an opening.

The two other couples at the cafe get up and scramble away from the tables and chairs. You do not take your eyes from the now armed man in front of you. A serving platter crashes to the ground as a waiter appears and then quickly runs back into the restaurant. You know it will not be long before he summons help in the form of the local police, who you probably do not want to meet right now. The man circles and moves towards you and you can tell he is about to make another strike with the knife.
> You wink at the man and try to talk your way out of this fight!
You look at the man and try to calm him down. You speak in a soothing tone, like you have been taught. You try and show him that you are no threat to him. You even back up a little, trying to show him that you're not out to kill him...at least not right now.
> You continue...
The man continues to sweat and you see his face redden as you speak to him. Instead of moving away from you, as you back up, he slowly moves up and closes the distance with you. You continue to hold your hands up and attempt to talk him down. Very suddenly he moves in and stabs your hand! The pain startles you and you move your arm, giving up your defenses. The man sees this and before you can react, he drives through your arms and stabs you in the chest. He lets go of the knife as you slip to your knees. He turns and runs, disappearing into an alley next to the coffee shop.The world around you gets dimmer as you drop to the ground. You can hear sirens in the distance, but they are getting more quiet as you decide you will close your eyes and rest, just for a moment. I am sorry, but it would appear that you have died.

You had a 10 percent chance of winning that battle.

Please do feel free to try again. To increase your chance of success, be sure to use a skill that you have trained or have items to help you.


Very suddenly, the man jumps to his feet, knocking the chair he was sitting in to the ground behind him. As it clangs into the ground, his hands rise up, one with a fork and one with a dinner knife. You turn your hips and move quickly to avoid the very sudden slash with the knife across your midsection.

The man moves cautiously with his knife held out in front of him. As his feet shift on the ground, you realize that he looks quite skilled with the improvised weapon. Your mind travels back to your training in the warehouse and you carefully watch the knife, his arm, and his eyes. You are not sure what he will do next, but he is clearly watching you carefully, looking for an opening.

The two other couples at the cafe get up and scramble away from the tables and chairs. You do not take your eyes from the now armed man in front of you. A serving platter crashes to the ground as a waiter appears and then quickly runs back into the restaurant. You know it will not be long before he summons help in the form of the local police, who you probably do not want to meet right now. The man circles and moves towards you and you can tell he is about to make another strike with the knife.
> You dodge the attack and try to move through the furniture to avoid the man.
As the knife comes towards you, you duck and turn. You quickly scramble under the nearest table, hoping to get out of his reach and to the far side. You roll around a downed chair and jump to your feet, ready to avoid this fight at all costs.
> You continue...
You roll and jump to your feet on the other side of the table. Unfortunately, the man was anticipating your move, and he has come around the table. As you scramble to your feet, moving away, you feel a sharp pain in your back. You reach around, but cannot reach the location -- the man has stabbed you in the ribs. You try to get to your feet, but the strength is quickly leaving your body.The world around you gets dimmer as you drop to the ground. You can hear sirens in the distance, but they are getting more quiet as you decide you will close your eyes and rest, just for a moment. I am sorry, but it would appear that you have died.

You had a 10 percent chance of winning that battle.

Please do feel free to try again. To increase your chance of success, be sure to use a skill that you have trained or have items to help you.


Very suddenly, the man jumps to his feet, knocking the chair he was sitting in to the ground behind him. As it clangs into the ground, his hands rise up, one with a fork and one with a dinner knife. You turn your hips and move quickly to avoid the very sudden slash with the knife across your midsection.

The man moves cautiously with his knife held out in front of him. As his feet shift on the ground, you realize that he looks quite skilled with the improvised weapon. Your mind travels back to your training in the warehouse and you carefully watch the knife, his arm, and his eyes. You are not sure what he will do next, but he is clearly watching you carefully, looking for an opening.

The two other couples at the cafe get up and scramble away from the tables and chairs. You do not take your eyes from the now armed man in front of you. A serving platter crashes to the ground as a waiter appears and then quickly runs back into the restaurant. You know it will not be long before he summons help in the form of the local police, who you probably do not want to meet right now. The man circles and moves towards you and you can tell he is about to make another strike with the knife.
> You stand and take the hit, then punch the man in the throat.
You see the blade coming, and you move towards it, hoping to surprise the man. By cutting off his expected flow, you imagine that he will not be able to slide into you where and when he expected. You cock your arm back, ready to knock him to the ground when he misses.
> You continue...
The man stabs with his knife and his face shows surprise when you move towards him. Instead of stabbing you, the knife hits nothing but the space behind you as his arm strikes you. You react quickly and punch the man in the throat. You hear the knife clatter to the ground behind you as the man gasps for breath. You move quickly and pick up the knife. When you turn back you see the man has run off and has headed down an alley next to the coffee shop.

Looking around, you see that there is no one else in the area, others have cleared out. In a second-story window you see a woman staring out the window at you, her arms crossed. You hear the sound of sirens in the distance and figure you should get moving. There is an alley near the coffee shop and you take off down it at a run, deciding the only place you can head now is the hotel.

Note: You had a 90 percent chance of winning that battle.


You decide to follow the map towards the contact and the coffee shop. From the airstrip, you drive around a few hills and in the direction of Havana. Driving down the hills, you see the city start to unfold in front of you and can easily follow the map towards the coffee shop.

When you arrive, you notice there is plenty of parking and not that many cars around. Instead there are a number of people on mopeds and motorcycles and a few older cars. There are a few small delivery trucks driving around as well. You find a space on the side of the street and park the car.

You wait in the car for a few moments and watch the people around you. Most of the people around appear to be in a hurry, or at least have a purpose. Across the street there are a number of round tables with umbrellas outside the coffee shop where you are to meet. There are two couples sitting at tables there, drinking coffee and a single man with blonde hair and a bushy mustache sitting by himself. You guess that he must be your contact.

Taking one last look around, you step out of the car. You pause to let a mule pulling a wagon travel along the road before you cross towards the coffee shop. It appears that there is no one else watching as you make your way across the street. You walk up to the blonde man sitting alone.

You say:
> You is the coffee any good here?
The man replies, "It is good, but not as good as Kenyan coffee."

You say:
> You but you like Kenyan tea.
The man looks nervous at your response and you can see sweat suddenly break out on his forehead. He looks around at the street and quickly glances up and down the street. He slowly slides his chair back from the table and continues to glance around. He looks back at you and rises to his feet. He fiddles with his cup and his napkin for a moment, looking down, then moves suddenly.

He shoves his cup off the table and it crashes onto the floor. He makes a move in your direction and you tense up in defense. Then he shifts and moves to the side, quickly running past you. He knocks a chair over as he reaches the street and takes off at a run down the street before you can stop him. The two couples at the other tables look over at you, as if waiting for you to explain the man. You look after him and shrug your shoulders.

In a moment his has vanished from sight. After a pause, the two couples go back to their conversations, ignoring the man and you. Looking around, you don't see anyone else that appears interested in you or the man. With your contact gone, you are not sure what you should do next. You look at the man's abandoned table, but then decide to go back to your car.


The man replies, "It is good, but not as good as Kenyan coffee."

You say:
> You ah, but Kenyan is too expensive.
The man looks around and gestures to the seat across from him. He makes a motion for the waiter and the waiter quickly shows up with some Cuban coffee. The man takes one more look around and then speaks, "We should be safe here, but you never know. Our target's employer has many friends in many places. Do not speak anything other than what you have to. Use no names at any time."

He says, "I know few details. It is best that way. I know little of why you are here, but I know some. I do not know your mission, so do not bother asking me any questions. Instead, I am here to offer you assistance. I cannot help you with the mission itself, I do not know the details. I am simply here to offer you an item to aid you with, well, whatever it is that you're going to do."

He pauses once more then, continues, "I can provide you with a suit. Not just any suit, but a top-notch, custom-fit Italian suit. They already know your size, so that can be provided quickly. It might help you should you try and talk your way past anyone or anything. I also have a box of, well, gadgets. It contains a number of different items that might help you with alarms, locks, and other such things. Or, if you would rather, I can get you a few weapons."

He checks to be sure no one else has approached and continues, "Not a great deal of weapons, as these are hard to get here, but enough to do what you need. Don't tell me what you need them for, just let me know if that's what you need."

He gets to his feet and drops money on the table to pay for the coffee. He says, "Tell me what you need and I will ensure it is at your hotel room. Do not delay, the longer you are here in the open, the more likely it is that the secret police will spot you and decide they want to know more about you. So what do you want?"
> You tell him that you want the suit.
You tell the man what you want. He nods and quickly moves away from you, hailing a cab and disappearing into the cab before you have a chance to ask him any additional questions. With no other clear options, you decide to head to the hotel Melia Habana. You head in the entrance of the luxurious hotel and head to the counter. As you approach, the bellhop runs up to you and says, "Ah, Mr. Smith, you have been expected."

He leads you to the counter where the hotel attendant hands you a key card for a room on the top floor. As you turn to head to the elevator, the bellhop says, "Yes, and there was a package left here for you as well. I will bring it up and meet you at the room."

You enter the elevator and ride to the top floor. As promised, the bellhop has somehow arrived on the floor of the hotel before you. He leads you to the room and opens the door for you. Before you can enter, he hands you a package.

The package contains a quality suit, just as your contact had described. You step into the room and then into the bathroom to put the suit on. As he promised, the suit fits you perfectly. Looking in the mirror, you can tell that anyone who sees you in this suit will be impressed.


You head towards the door. The man has started to pull some papers out of the desk and is reading them. He ignores you as you open the door only to be assaulted by the sunshine once again. There is a wave of heat coming off the runway that catches you by surprise, but it is quickly washed away with a gentle breeze.

You walk down the stairs and towards the plane. As you approach, a man dressed in a uniform steps from around the side of the plane and gestures towards the entrance, welcoming you to the plane. You move up the steps and into the plane. Inside the plane is clearly a luxury craft designed for the rich. There are four swiveling captain's chairs, wood grain cabinets, and a number of flat screens. You take a seat and sink into the soft leather of the chair.

The man in uniform steps onto the plane behind you. He says, "Sorry, but due to secrecy, there will be no flight attendant on this flight. You can sit anywhere, and I suggest you keep your seat belt on at all times." It then that you notice there are seat belts in the leather chairs. The man continues, "The flight should be over in a couple hours. I would announce when we're landing, but it will be pretty obvious. Enjoy your flight."

Without pausing for questions, the man pulls up the stairs, closes the door, then steps into the cabin. The door to the cabin closes with a click and you are alone in the plane. A few moments later you hear the jet engines start up. You wait for the announcements that never come and the plane starts moving. A minute later you are pressed back into your seat as the plane speeds up down the runway.

You sit back and relax in the seat, planning to get up and explore the plane soon. Before you know it, you are out cold, enjoying the comfort of the seat. You awake with a start when the wheels of the plane touch down onto the ground once again. You look around quickly, trying to re-orient yourself as the plane taxis to a terminal. Looking out the window you see a small shack at the side of what looks like a very new runway. The plane moves towards the shack and in no time the captain comes out of the cabin. Without a word he opens the door and puts down the steps. He stays on board the plane and gestures you towards the exit.

Stepping outside, you feel the humid heat wash over you. The sun is shining brightly, and you can only assume that you are in Cuba. Blinking in the sun, you can see an old sedan parked next to the hut. You start walking towards the car and you hear the door slam shut behind you. The plane is already in motion before you make it to the car. You shrug and figure that it's too late to back out now.

The gravel crunches under your feet as you walk towards the car. There are bits of dust in the air and you can see a long dirt road headed in two directions from the small hut. Walking past the hut, you don't see anyone in the building at all. In fact, it looks like it has been abandoned for some time now. When you arrive at the dark blue car, you look inside and can see a set of keys sitting on the seat. Next to the keys are a map with four locations circled in red. You can tell that one is a runway, apparently where you are now. The second is in town, so that must be the coffee shop. The third looks like an estate on a hill, which must be el Martillo's house. The last is a large building and the only one labeled on the map, and it is labeled, "Hotel Melia Habana."

You open the door and get in the car. The keys do indeed fit the ignition and the car starts up easily. The gas tank indicator shows full and you have to decide what to do next.
> You search the vehicle, just to be safe.
You climb out of the car and head for the rear of the vehicle. You fumble with the keys a moment, then find the one that appears to open the trunk. The key fits and the trunk opens with a loud thump. The springs are old, so you have to push the trunk lid up to get it to open.

Inside the trunk is old and quite dusty. Most of the inside is covered with dust and the spare tire looks like it doesn't have any air in it. There are three items that look brand new without a drop of dust: a clothing bag with an elegant black suit, a briefcase that is full of a number of different mechanical and electrical parts, and a large ammo box with weapons and ammunition.

Before you can start looking through the items, you catch some movement out of the corner of your eye. Looking back down the long dirt road, you can see a dust trail rising. The sound of a military Jeep can be heard echoing across the runway. The Jeep is headed down the road towards you and there doesn't appear to be anywhere else it could be going, except where you are. You have only a moment before you need to get away, so you can grab one item from the trunk now, and then you must get into the car and drive.
> You grab the clothing bag so you can have the fancy suit.
You jump back into the car and turn the key. The car starts right up again and you back out of the parking space. The Jeep continues to head in your direction, you're not sure if they have spotted you yet. You take off the in car and head in the opposite direction, down the dirt road. As you drive, you leave a large cloud of dust and you realize the occupants of the Jeep have seen you!

You speed up and hope the road isn't a dead end. The dirt road is mostly straight, but starts to turn after half a mile or so. The road leads through some brush and low trees and heads for the buildings of a city. You struggle to keep the car on the dirt road as it twists and turns, but you stay on the road. You are glad when you see the dirt road turns into pavement as it nears the town.

You slow down a bit when you read the pavement and the small buildings and houses, partially to stay on the road and partially to ensure you don't hit any of the people in the area. Looking back you can see the Jeep is farther behind you than you thought it would be. The tires on the car squeal as you take the turns on the road, putting more distance between you and the Jeep.

You slow down some more and continue to make a number of different turns passing houses and small businesses. There are a few people sitting around on the sides of the road that watch you as you pass. After a number more turns, you realize you have lost the Jeep. You pull over to the side of the road and consult the map.

You are somewhere nearing the center of downtown Havana. You can see the markings on the map for hotel Melia Habana. After a few moments, you can tell about where you are on the map now and you can see the roads that will lead you to downtown.
> You drive to the hotel Melia Habana.
You arrive at the hotel and take the suit with you as you head into the hotel. Looking at the suit, you can see that it is truly a quality suit. You know that you will look good in the suit and others will surely notice that as well. When you tell the counter help your cover name, they provide you with a key to a suite on the top floor. You take the elevator to the room and step into the bathroom to put on the suit. You do indeed look good and the suit fits perfectly.


You step to the doorway and look into the room. It is a very dimly lit room, so you have to look carefully to see the contents. There is a spotlight shining on a small brown box in the center of a table on the far side of the room. Most of the rest of the small room is in darkness, other than what is lit by the light coming from the main warehouse. You can see through the door it is exactly as the British gentleman had described.

The entire room is about 15 feet square. There is a man standing, arms crossed in front of him, in front of the table. He has a large knife in one of his hands and you cannot be sure in the shadows, but perhaps a firearm strapped to his waist. He is staring off into the distance and is facing the wall to the left, so that you are looking at his left side. You cannot see anything on that wall where he is looking, but he does appear quite focused. The floor of the room is in darkness and you cannot really see anything else in the room. The box on the table is quite clear at this point...
> You walk up to the guard seductively and wink...
You move into the room and step to the left, trying to stay in sight of the guard. You smooth your shirt and nod in his direction. He spots you and tenses up. You raise your hands to show that you are not a threat to him and start complimenting him on his size and ability to guard...
> You continue...
You wave to the guard, holding your hands up. As you do, he unfolds his arms and holds the knife out in an attack posture. You talk to the man and attempt to keep him off-guard. You nod often, trying to get his to nod with you, to get him on your side. As you speak, you attempt to casually work your way around to the table. You compliment the guard as you reach behind your back and pick up the box. As you attempt to move back to the door, he steps in front of you. You work to talk your way past him, but as you move, he stabs out with the knife, splitting your ribs. You feel the pain as the knife goes through your chest and the tip stabs into your heart. You hear the box drop from your hands as you fall to your knees, your life quickly draining from your body.

It would seem that you have failed your challenge. In the high stakes world of spy vs. spy this means that you have been killed. This is not the best way to end this story, but sadly, this is how your story ends. Sorry about that! Thank you for reading! Feel free to try again.

You had a 10 percent chance of winning that battle.


You step to the doorway and look into the room. It is a very dimly lit room, so you have to look carefully to see the contents. There is a spotlight shining on a small brown box in the center of a table on the far side of the room. Most of the rest of the small room is in darkness, other than what is lit by the light coming from the main warehouse. You can see through the door it is exactly as the British gentleman had described.

The entire room is about 15 feet square. There is a man standing, arms crossed in front of him, in front of the table. He has a large knife in one of his hands and you cannot be sure in the shadows, but perhaps a firearm strapped to his waist. He is staring off into the distance and is facing the wall to the left, so that you are looking at his left side. You cannot see anything on that wall where he is looking, but he does appear quite focused. The floor of the room is in darkness and you cannot really see anything else in the room. The box on the table is quite clear at this point...
> You run up to the guard, take the weapon and kill the guard...
You pause at the door, but then move quickly. You head straight at the guard. He spots you before you reach him and he starts to turn towards you. You reach out for the knife, attempting to take it from him before he can strike out at you...
> You continue...
You dash straight at the guard. He turns as you reach him, but before he can get the knife around, you grab his wrist. You both struggle for the knife and twist and turn. You grab his wrist with your other hand and pull, trying to twist the knife out of his hand. It is then that you feel a sudden pain in your back! The guard had another knife, and now that knife is stuck in your back. You let go and reach back for the knife and the guard stabs you in the ribs with the larger knife. You don't know whether to reach for the knife in your chest or your back, but it doesn't matter as your life quickly drains from your body.

It would seem that you have failed your challenge. In the high stakes world of spy vs. spy this means that you have been killed. This is not the best way to end this story, but sadly, this is how your story ends. Sorry about that! Thank you for reading! Feel free to try again.

You had a 10 percent chance of winning that battle.


You move quickly around the van, thinking that this is just stupid. Even a kid from grade school can watch you run away from them and see where you are. You get around the other side of the van and stop. The man is in front of you. He says, "You need to work more with the shadows and the light." He points out the different ways the light move and the shadows are formed in an around the van. He shows you many other ways you can blend into the shadows by using your body, the light, and natural lines.
The man looks at you and says, "We have time for just one more training session. I can teach you more details about what you already know, or I can teach you a different skill, the choice is up to you. And yes, there is going to be a test at the end of this. It will be a real test, and you might not survive. But I hope you do. So what do you select for you final training?"
> You charm training
The man takes you to a wardrobe that sits in the corner of the warehouse. He starts pulling out different types of clothes and shows you how and why they are different from one another. He shows you different types of materials and styles of shirts and suits and explains when and where the different types should be worn and who they will impress. He spends some time showing you how you send messages non-verbally and how to focus those messages so you are more clearly communicating with someone, even when they don't realize it.
The man looks at you and says, "We are out of time. You are either ready or you are not ready. And that is what we will determine now." He turns and walks over to a door in the rear of the room and disappears through it. You are alone in the large warehouse, wondering if you were supposed to follow the man.
You have trained the following levels of skills:
Stealth: 2
Charm: 1
Weapons: 0


Whump! You bend over in pain as the main punches you hard in the stomach. Your eyes open wide and you gasp as you try and get air inside your suddenly collapsed lungs. The man says, "I see you. You suck at hiding. Want to try again?"
You aren't sure that you like this method of training. You assume that you're supposed to do something, but you don't really know what. You figure if you're going to continue this training that you need to at least move away from this crazy man who is attacking you. But then maybe that is the point -- to learn by doing. This seems a little odd because you haven't actually been given, well, any instruction at all, but you don't have a lot of choice at this moment. You don't have a lot of options here in the open space of the warehouse, but you do have some choice...
> You put your hands up and compliment the man.
You brace yourself for another slap, and open your eyes when you see that he's not going to slap you right away. The man says, "That's a good start. Always work with compliments, because nearly everyone, even trained spies, respond to compliments." He spends a bit more time telling you different ways to give the compliments and how to really sound sincere. He gives you some tips on what kinds of compliments tend to work in different situations and how you can talk yourself out of nearly any bad situation.
The man looks at you and says, "We have time for just one more training session. I can teach you more details about what you already know, or I can teach you a different skill, the choice is up to you. And yes, there is going to be a test at the end of this. It will be a real test, and you might not survive. But I hope you do. So what do you select for you final training?"
> You stealth training
The man leads you over to a large table along the wall of the warehouse. Spread out across the table are a number of different types of gadgets and devices. He takes the time and shows you how to use some simple items to pick a lock and how to disable a security system. He shows you how you can use some of the gadgets to help you distract people and allow you time to move about without being seen or heard. He shows you simple ways to break into place and more difficult ways to bypass security systems and other types of systems designed to keep you out.
The man looks at you and says, "We are out of time. You are either ready or you are not ready. And that is what we will determine now." He turns and walks over to a door in the rear of the room and disappears through it. You are alone in the large warehouse, wondering if you were supposed to follow the man.
You have trained the following levels of skills:
Stealth: 2
Charm: 1
Weapons: 0


You brace yourself for another slap, and open your eyes when you see that he's not going to slap you right away. The man says, "That's a good start. Always work with compliments, because nearly everyone, even trained spies, respond to compliments." He spends a bit more time telling you different ways to give the compliments and how to really sound sincere. He gives you some tips on what kinds of compliments tend to work in different situations and how you can talk yourself out of nearly any bad situation.
The man looks at you and says, "We have time for just one more training session. I can teach you more details about what you already know, or I can teach you a different skill, the choice is up to you. And yes, there is going to be a test at the end of this. It will be a real test, and you might not survive. But I hope you do. So what do you select for you final training?"
> You weapons training
The man leads you to a table along the side of the wall of the warehouse. The table has a number of small weapons on it and some other devices that you cannot recognize. He shows you how the smaller weapons work and how you can make them on your own. He shows you a number of the other devices and how they can be combined to make different types of explosives that can be used for different purposes. He explains how to focus and aim both the improvised devices and the explosives so that you do not get hurt yourself.
The man looks at you and says, "We are out of time. You are either ready or you are not ready. And that is what we will determine now." He turns and walks over to a door in the rear of the room and disappears through it. You are alone in the large warehouse, wondering if you were supposed to follow the man.
You have trained the following levels of skills:
Stealth: 1
Charm: 1
Weapons: 1


Your ears are still ringing as you run around the rear of the van and do indeed find a tire iron right inside the back doors. You grab it and turn around to see the man standing there, nodding his head. He reaches out and adjusts your grip on the tire iron, explaining why holding at the different location can give you better leverage. He also shows you a number of other different, common items in the back of the van that could be used as quick, improvised, and deadly weapons. He shows you a few places to strike people that will work better to stun or disable them long enough for you to escape, should the need arise.
The man looks at you and says, "We have time for just one more training session. I can teach you more details about what you already know, or I can teach you a different skill, the choice is up to you. And yes, there is going to be a test at the end of this. It will be a real test, and you might not survive. But I hope you do. So what do you select for you final training?"
> You charm training
The man takes you to a wardrobe that sits in the corner of the warehouse. He starts pulling out different types of clothes and shows you how and why they are different from one another. He shows you different types of materials and styles of shirts and suits and explains when and where the different types should be worn and who they will impress. He spends some time showing you how you send messages non-verbally and how to focus those messages so you are more clearly communicating with someone, even when they don't realize it.
The man looks at you and says, "We are out of time. You are either ready or you are not ready. And that is what we will determine now." He turns and walks over to a door in the rear of the room and disappears through it. You are alone in the large warehouse, wondering if you were supposed to follow the man.
You have trained the following levels of skills:
Stealth: 1
Charm: 1
Weapons: 1


The first thing that you notice when you start to wake is that you are lying down on something hard. The next thing you notice is how much your head hurts. If feels like your head has been in a pinball machine. As you reach up to touch it, you hear a deep voice say, "Oh, sorry about that headache. It will go away soon, but until then it's going to hurt quite a bit. A minor side effect of the drug, you know."

You open your eyes and start to sit up. It feels like a horse has kicked you in the head as you manage to start to sit and open your eyes. You find that you are sitting on the floor of the black van and the side door is open. You spin around and put your legs out the door but don't stand right away as you press your hands against your head to try and reduce the pain. Fortunately, opening your eyes doesn't seem to make the pain any worse and you take in the man outside the van.

The man is short, bald, and dressed in black pants and a tight black tee shirt. You can see cargo pockets on the pants that hang down as if they are not empty. The tight tee shirt reveals that the man has more than a few muscles. He has small, dark eyes that are set deep into his head and a strong forehead. He has a dark stubble around his chin. When he smiles, you can see he is missing at least one of his teeth. He smiles and nods as you take him in.

He crosses his bulging arms in front of his body and continues, "So yeah, we had to knock you out because you didn't need to see where we are just yet. You know, secret and all that stuff. And before you ask, no, I don't know why you were selected. That's above my pay grade. They tell me you're coming, and I take it from there. So you ready to get started?"

You look up with confusion on your face and think of any number of different responses from one-word responses, to anger, to being incredibly sarcastic. Before you can put the words together to respond, the man continues.

"Okay, you're confused. I get it. Sometimes people are prepared for this, sometimes they're not. And some people can't make it through the training, while other times they can. I don't feel like giving you the long story, so you're getting the short story. Here it is: "You're in training be a spy. You get to decide the best way for you to do that. The training starts as soon as you get up off your lazy rear end. And at any time if you decide this isn't for you, you can go home. Of course, we will wipe your memory and you likely won't remember any of this, but that's your choice. Your other options? In this facility we teach stealth, charm, and weapons. So you pick one and we get started, or you choose to go home and I zap you. Got it?"

You look around and past the man and you can see that you are in a large warehouse with a high ceiling. There are a few doors along the far wall that appear to lead into smaller offices. Off to the right is a garage door, obviously where the van came in. The space off to the left is wide open, but there are some obstacles and the floor and some chains and rope hanging from the ceiling. The man snaps his fingers as you look around and says, "Hey, you with me here? We don't have all day."
> You agree to charm training.
Whap! The man slaps you in the face and your cheek stings. You blink your eyes as you consider what just happened and the man says, "Well? Now what? How do you react? What are you going to say next?"
You aren't sure that you like this method of training. You assume that you're supposed to do something, but you don't really know what. You figure if you're going to continue this training that you need to at least move away from this crazy man who is attacking you. But then maybe that is the point -- to learn by doing. This seems a little odd because you haven't actually been given, well, any instruction at all, but you don't have a lot of choice at this moment. You don't have a lot of options here in the open space of the warehouse, but you do have some choice...


Your eyes blink open and you look at the ceiling. It is a boring white, like all these apartments, but you're pretty sure it hasn't been painted in 10 or more years. You blink and sit up. At least you don't have to go to work today. Instead, today is relaxation day. First you need to head to the store to stock up on some food, then all bets are off!

You open the door to head downstairs. The day does not match your mood: it is cloudy, cool, and windy outside. In fact, the clouds are getting darker and rolling across the sky as you watch them. You better hurry and get your supplies and get back, or you're sure this storm will catch you. You trot down the stairs and head into the back lot to your car.

You start to pull out and slam on your brakes when another car starts to back out in front of you. That was close. This is a big apartment building, but you recognize that giant car as that of the old lady who lives on the first floor and does everything slow. You slowly follow her out of the parking lot and are glad when she turns the other way.

You are headed towards the grocery store, but when you take a right in the middle of town, you hear a loud "pop" and feel the car slide underneath you. You limp the car over to the sidewalk and get out to see that yes, you now have a flat tire. That's the second one this year, and you just remembered that you didn't replace your spare since the last time.

Fortunately, you have AAA, and you can call them to help you. The overly nice AAA guy on the phone tells you that it will take about an hour, but they'll be there. You sigh and lean against the hood, thinking about all the food you were going to buy, but will now have to wait.

As you're sitting there, a black four-door car slams it's brakes on next to you in a squeal of tires. The back door pops open and you can see a skinny man inside in a dark suit and dark glasses on the far side. He calls out to you, "Get in."
> You wait for the tow truck...
You are standing in town next to your car with a flat tire. A car drives past every now and then, but there's not a lot of activity going on right now. The clouds have started to break up, but it would be a stretch to call it a sunny day yet. At least it's not hot.

There are two store fronts here where you are standing, a Mailboxes, etc., and a local coffee shop. There is no one in the Mailboxes store, but there are a few different people wandering in and out of the coffee shop, like any other day in any other town.
> You go into Mailboxes, etc...
You find yourself inside the lobby of a 24-hour Mailboxes Etc. store. At the moment, there appears to be no one here. There is a counter with a number of ads and hand-written papers advertising discounts for various types of mailboxes and terms. There is even a scale for weighing mail. On the side wall is a slot labelled "Outgoing mail."

The floor here is, well, old. It looks like the linoleum floor was once white, but it is a strange grey-brown at the moment, and near one corner is a pile of something that, well, you don't even want to think about what it might be.

On all the other walls of the room are various mailboxes from very tiny boxes that appear to only hold a letter or two; up to boxes that look so large that you think you might be able to climb inside.


You are standing in town next to your car with a flat tire. A car drives past every now and then, but there's not a lot of activity going on right now. The clouds have started to break up, but it would be a stretch to call it a sunny day yet. At least it's not hot.

There are two store fronts here where you are standing, a Mailboxes, etc., and a local coffee shop. There is no one in the Mailboxes store, but there are a few different people wandering in and out of the coffee shop, like any other day in any other town.
> You go into the coffee shop...
As soon as you walk inside the coffee shop, the aroma of fresh coffee assaults your senses. There is a long counter along the left side of the small shop and a few small tables to the right. There are a few round tables along the right side of the room, not all of them empty. There is a small man with a thin beard typing at an old laptop computer, ignoring the room around him.

Before the door shuts, you hear the squeal of tires. A taxi has pulled up outside and the passenger door swings open. The driver is gesturing at you to get inside. You look around to see if he is talking to someone else, but there is no one else looking at him, he is clearly trying to get you to go in the taxi with him.
> You get in the taxi...
The taxi accelerates quickly away from the coffee shop before you have time to put on your seat belt or even close the door. The door slams as the cab turns left in another squeal of tires. Looking around, you see the cab looks used and smells used, too. As the car turns another corner at high speed you notice that the place for the cab driver's name is empty.

Any attempts to speak with the driver of the cab are completely ignored as the driver concentrates on the road. You spend most of the trip trying to stay in your seat as the car accelerates, turns corners, and slams the brakes on faster and more often than any car you've ever been in.

Suddenly the car stops, almost throwing you on the floor. The driver does not turn around. Your door is opened from the outside by a red cap. A red cap? Yes, as you step outside of the cab you realize that you are at the airport. The red cap talks to the driver a moment, then the cab speeds away.

With no idea what else you are to do, you head inside the airport with the flow of people. You can see baggage checks and ticketing lines, but you have no bags, and you are sure you don't have enough money to pay for a ticket. You wander around a little, but then realize the entire place is focused on getting on a plane, so you are eventually pushed towards the TSA security area by the crowd.

Looking around, you realize you do not have a lot of options here. You can try and sneak past these TSA agents, knowing that many of them barely have a high school education; or you can just stay in the line with the rest of the people moving slowly towards the security check.
> You continue and attempt to board the plane...
You walk up to the TSA guard, your hands empty. He looks up at you, finally realizing that something is wrong. "Hey, what the hell? What are you trying to pull here?"

His tone of voice attracts a few more of the blue-gloved guards. They gather around you quickly and one says, "Hey, do you want me to search him good?" They look from one to the other, unsure of what to do. Finally, a taller man, clearly the one in charge comes over and says, "What are you morons doing standing around? We need to keep this line moving. You know the rules. Anyone who doesn't have a ticket doesn't get through."
> You continue...
You are quickly shoved and pushed. Before you can react, your hands and arms are grabbed by half a dozen pairs of blue gloves. Your hands are pulled behind your back and zip ties are quickly put in place, locking your hands behind you. "Let's go," you hear, as you are shoved from behind almost hard enough to knock you over.

You stumble forward and keep your feet as you are led to an elevator. Six TSA guards get on the elevator with you like they expect you to attack one of them and create a national security incident. They look smug, like they are proud to have captured you. The elevator moves down into the ground for a few floors -- more than you thought were in the airport. When the door opens, you see nothing but old grey walls all around the plain hallways.

They walk you down the hallway underneath bare light bulbs and exposed pipes. One guard walks ahead of you and open a large steel door on the right hallway. He roughly shoves you in the room and says, "Welcome to TSA jail."

The door slams behind you and you sit in the dimly lit room. There is a bare metal toilet here and a simple bench for you to sleep on.

Sorry, but that's all there is for this path! You're stuck in TSA jail.


The taxi accelerates quickly away from the coffee shop before you have time to put on your seat belt or even close the door. The door slams as the cab turns left in another squeal of tires. Looking around, you see the cab looks used and smells used, too. As the car turns another corner at high speed you notice that the place for the cab driver's name is empty.

Any attempts to speak with the driver of the cab are completely ignored as the driver concentrates on the road. You spend most of the trip trying to stay in your seat as the car accelerates, turns corners, and slams the brakes on faster and more often than any car you've ever been in.

Suddenly the car stops, almost throwing you on the floor. The driver does not turn around. Your door is opened from the outside by a red cap. A red cap? Yes, as you step outside of the cab you realize that you are at the airport. The red cap talks to the driver a moment, then the cab speeds away.

With no idea what else you are to do, you head inside the airport with the flow of people. You can see baggage checks and ticketing lines, but you have no bags, and you are sure you don't have enough money to pay for a ticket. You wander around a little, but then realize the entire place is focused on getting on a plane, so you are eventually pushed towards the TSA security area by the crowd.

Looking around, you realize you do not have a lot of options here. You can try and sneak past these TSA agents, knowing that many of them barely have a high school education; or you can just stay in the line with the rest of the people moving slowly towards the security check.
> You attempt to sneak past the TSA guys...
You wait for the right moment, then move to sneak around the outside edge of the TSA security check area. You move slowly, then try to look like you know what you are doing. You manage to make it around the inattentive guy checking IDs of people and start to get past the shoe checker when you bump into a metal pole that makes the pathways, and it clangs to the ground, the ringing echoing along the hallways.

One of the bored TSA guys barely looks over and says, "Hey, that machine is closed, you need to come over this way."


As soon as you walk inside the coffee shop, the aroma of fresh coffee assaults your senses. There is a long counter along the left side of the small shop and a few small tables to the right. There are a few round tables along the right side of the room, not all of them empty. There is a small man with a thin beard typing at an old laptop computer, ignoring the room around him.

Before the door shuts, you hear the squeal of tires. A taxi has pulled up outside and the passenger door swings open. The driver is gesturing at you to get inside. You look around to see if he is talking to someone else, but there is no one else looking at him, he is clearly trying to get you to go in the taxi with him.
> You stay where you are...
You take a seat inside the coffee shop and the taxi drives away. You wonder what it could have wanted, and why you are suddenly seeing so much attention. As you look around the shop, a fellow typing on his old laptop looks up at you and glares at you before putting his nose back in the machine, the old keys clicking away as he types.

There is little traffic in and out of the coffee shop today, and you wonder when that tow truck will show up. Sometimes you think those tow truck drivers are on their own times and really don't want to help you out. Then you start to think about how much the tow is going to cost and you realize you really need to buy two tires now: one to replace the flat and another to replace the spare that you haven't had time to replace. This is really going to cost you.
> You continue...
The barista at the coffee shop glares at you since you have been there for some time and have not ordered any coffee. Yes, there are plenty of empty seats around, but that barista clearly doesn't want any freeloaders in the shop.

Fortunately for you, about that time the tow truck shows up. The diesel engine clatters and clanks as the bright orange lights spin on the top of the truck. The middle-aged man with the stained white t-shirt steps around to your car and quickly hooks it up to the flatbed of the truck. You head over towards him, but he gestures you back without a word. You ask if you can at least ride in the truck, but he spits on the ground near you and says, "Company Policy." He climbs back into the truck and drives away, your car sitting firmly on his truck.

You look around the sudden silence and realize that now you're stuck in town with no car and no life. Then you realize that you're not even quite sure where the tow truck took your car. Just then there is a sudden boom of thunder and it starts raining. The rain is cold, so you turn up your collar and start walking home. At least you get to go to work again in a couple days...


You make it through the regular take-out for your dinner and realize that you ended up spending way more of your paycheck than you should have. Now you're full, so maybe you won't go out tonight...well, at least not yet. Sitting around for a bit, it's Friday night, so you're sure something good will be on TV. Later on you can worry about going out.

You flip the channels and start to realize that even though you have something like 1,000 channels, there's really nothing on...nothing at all. You finally stop on some supposed reality show that's just made for laughs and embarrassing people. It's pretty bad, but you watch it all the same because it's better than watching re-runs of a game show from 20 years ago.

As you zone out, suddenly you hear a tapping on your window. Yes, you're on the fourth floor, but one of your living room windows faces the walkway/balcony that loops around the outside of one side of the apartment building. You figure it was probably just the kids from upstairs messing with you, but then you hear the tapping once again. You could just turn the TV up, but you could go see who it is.
> You check it Out...
You look out the window and you see a man standing there in a long coat and dark hat. He stands in the shadows -- you swear there used to be a bright light there outside your window. He gestures for you to come to the door and waits.

You open the door a crack, and you hear an old, cracked voice say, "I came to pick you up. You're supposed to come with me." He turns and starts walking towards the stairs.


You walk across the sidewalks and towards your apartment. You can feel the heat coming off all the cars that got to park closer to the building than you did because of that traffic. Most of the cars here are older cars, some with dents and cracked windows, just like yours. You'll earn enough one day to get a better car, you're sure of it, just not any time soon.

You start up the stairs to your apartment. When you rented this place, the $200 discount for taking the fourth floor apartment seemed like a good idea. Of course, that was before you found out the apartment above you had kids, and you still had to walk up all these stairs because the elevator was at the other end of the building. Maybe you would win the lottery, then you could build your own house where you wanted it to be: and you weren't going to have any stairs in the entire house!

You unlock your apartment and step inside. The air is pretty stale, since the management makes you pay if you leave the A/C on all day. You know without looking that the refrigerator has nothing but some old catchup. But hey, you did get paid today, so you're going to order some take-out! Just before you get to the phone to place an order, the phone starts ringing.
> You answer the phone...
You trudge over to the phone and pick it up. You say, "Road-kill grill: You kill 'em we grill 'em" (like you usually do). There is a moment of silence, then you hear a clearly computerized voice:

"Now is the time. The location is 841 South Dergible Road. Do you copy?"

You pause for a moment and wonder what this could be about. Finally you stutter, "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number."

The computerize voice replies, "No. This is a direct line. The message is clear: now is the time. The location is 841 Dergible Road. Again, do you copy?"

"I... I... I don't know what you're talking about."

"Repeating for the final time: now is the time. The location is 841 Dergible Road. Out."

The line immediately goes dead. You are standing in your living room, staring at a dead phone. You try to get the last number off the phone, but it doesn't show having received any call in the last two days. The address that was mentioned is only a few blocks from your apartment...


"Another day, another dollar," you think as you trudge out the door from your job. You really don't like working there, but at least they pay you...a little. Finally you've made it to the weekend, so you at least get to look forward to a couple days off from work.

You get in your car and drive out of the parking lot at work only to come to an almost immediate stop as you hit the traffic. It is like this every day, but Fridays are always the worst. You reach to turn the radio on, but then remember that you still haven't had time (or money) to get that fixed. You look out the window and just see the line of cars moving slowly...

Finally you get home, and you're hungry. You should have stopped for something on the way home, but you just wanted to get out of that traffic and out of the car. When you arrive at the apartment parking lot, you sigh when you realize that you're late, so everyone else will be parked in the good spots. You circle the building once before you give up and park in the "remote" lot. Hey, at least you're home and work is over.

As you trudge towards your apartment building, you see a small brown box sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, right near where you parked. Looking around, you don't see anyone else at the moment. You can't tell if the box was left there on purpose, or if someone accidentally left it behind.
> You open up the box and look inside it...
You open the box and find a few items in it. There is nothing else in the box identifying the owner or source of the items.


 You wake up in some dimly illuminated room with a damn headache, and the first thing you notice is that you are really thirsty. You also notice that you are not “in” the bed, but instead you are simply on top of it, dressed in a really creased gray suit, and apparently you didn’t even bother taking off your shoes. All of this makes you think “Fuck this, I’m never drinking that much alcohol again in my whole life”.

  But there seems to be something weird in this whole situation: You can’t remember what clubs did you visit last night, or what did you drink at them. Hell, you can’t even remember whether you went out last night or not (even if the answer to that question seems pretty obvious). And what is worse, you don’t have a clue about who the hell are you or where the hell is this place, now that you think about it.

  And since that’s really creepy, you think “Nah, this must be a dream, I’ll wake up soon enough and then I’ll laugh at my own stupidity”. But until you wake up from such a hateful dream, you should do something… “Hell no, there’s no reason to get up in such a hateful dream as this one, screw it” you think as you turn yourself to find a more comfortable position to sleep.

  You try to remember if you had seen some horror movie or whatever thing that could justify such a crappy dream, but you realize there’s no way to find something like that out without your memories. And while you keep thinking in these deep, sort of pointless, thoughts, you fall asleep again. And suddenly:

 Voice of a Man: “AAAAAAAAA Who are you and what the **** are you doing here?!”

 You: “Fuck! Who are you?”

 Man: “What the… You are sleeping in MY house and you dare asking me who am I?”

 You: “Eh… Well, yes… Why wouldn’t I do it? I don’t remember having ever seen you in my life. And who says this is your place?”

 Man: “… O.o… ¬¬ Get the hell out of here right now or I’ll call the police”
> You try convincing him that you are just a poor human being lost, scared, and unsure :(
 You: “But… But… I can’t remember how did I make it to this place, or who am I, or… you are the only person that can help me! :(”

 Man: "How did a fucking junkie get in my house…?”

 You: “No! I swear it’s true! I can’t remember anything, if you kick me out of here I won’t even know where to go to :(”

 Man: “Well, I’ll hate myself for doing this later, but… Let’s say I believe you. What do you suggest I do? The only thing I can think of is that the police might know something about you. But you probably should just go straight to a psychiatrist… er… doctor. Or perhaps a hypnotist so you can do a regression, or however those are called. Actually, I know a hypnotist…”
> The word 'Hypnotist' sounds cool and awesome, and possibly helpful here
 You tell him to call the hypnotist, and he suggests you go sit down in the living room while he  finds the number and phones him. In the living room, you notice a black leather wallet that looks pretty badass, so you grab it thinking it might be yours, and open it.

 Inside it you find a bunch of cards and identifications, all of them with different names. Before you can think any more into it, the owner of the flat comes back and informs you that the hypnotist has some free time in 20 minutes, so you should get going. You ask the man if the wallet is yours. He says he’s never seen it in his life, so you put it in your right pocket, noticing right then and there that you also have a lighter in that pocket for some reason.

 The man must have been pretty happy about you leaving, because you got perfectly clear directions and reached the building where the hypnotist works in no time. Once you are in his “office”, he tells you to close your eyes, something about a brilliant white light surrounding you, and whatever else they use to make you fall asleep… I mean, enter in a trance

 It seems to have worked, because you have the feeling of having been asleep for a while now. You look at the hypnotist’s face, and notice he’s staring at you as if you were something weirder and more creepy than a pink-stripped white alien. You eventually gather enough courage to ask him what he got out of the session, and the hypnotist starts reading his notepad in a voice devoid of any emotions:

 “Firstly, you said you see yourself, aged 15, talking happily to some friends, until you all see a bunch of dragons flying over your heads and one of your friends say “Oh shit, I knew this town was fucked. How about we run?”, thing you all agree with. You run through the field and eventually take shelter in a castle. Soon after that, an army of angry dwarfs sieges the castle, and you have to fight them

 Next scene is about you running through a highschool filled with zombies, until you find your goal: The garden. You walk around there and notice the guy you hate sitting next to a beautiful well. You turn to walk in the opposite direction thinking “this guy isn’t going to mess with my day!”, but suddenly you stop and say: “then again, I doubt I’ll ever have a better chance of doing this...” You run up to him and kick him straight into the well, in a slow motion movement that is repeated from 3 different angles

 Now you are feeling really dizzy inside a hospital’s room, some blond guy is helping you out of there. He says his name is Dani, and that he wants to “save your ass”. He drags you through the hospital, and eventually gets you out of there and throws you inside a car. He then stops and lets you somewhere, telling you he’ll be in contact with you, and if you can’t find him, go to Decasibar

 Finally, you are at the first plant of a hotel with "some stereotyped characters, the kind you see in teenagers movies: The nerd, the evil tough guy who thinks highly of himself, the 2 blonde stupid girls who are best-est friends, the black man,the lonely bitch and the hot guy", in your own words. You all have to participate in a Battle Royale-like game, you see every single fucking death and give a long list of dark details I will *not* mention. In short, the friends kill the black guy, the tough guy kills the hotter one, then the friends deal with the loner, the nerd kills tough guy (thianks to his knowledge of horror movies, he knew exactly where was the guy going to attack him from, and he managed to shoot him through the door), the 2 friends kill each other by activating some trap and the nerd runs away

 A weird man armed with a giant wirecutter appears and tells you “Lots of people can’t appreciate their lives. But not you. Not anymore”, you answer “But I didn’t even do a thing, the nerd did kill someone, though”. He comments “Oh, you are honest. Now you’ve really won, he will live too… but first… You must pass a trial”. Apparently he wants to cut a finger off your left hand, you oppose the idea, and he says “LISTEN YOU IDIOT, IT’S YOUR FINGER OR YOUR LIFE”. So you nod, he cuts it and stores it in a plastic bag, and then bids farewell to you, smiling”

You: “Eh… hehehe… I see...”

Hypnotist: “Get out of here now before I call a psychiatric, you fucking piece of shit on crack”

You: “Yeah, great idea”

 You run out of the building, in your hurry your wallet fell off your pocket -.- oh well, you are definitely not going back to the poor hypnotist. Not in a week, at least. That must have been tough on him. And hey, at least you still have the lighter, which is a golden, pretty cool-looking one. You walk in no direction until you see a bar in front of you. Called “Kasi bar”. Didn’t you say something that sounded like that in your insane rambling? Something about a Dani guy telling you to go there? Well, you won’t lose a thing for trying, will you?
> You enter the Kasi bar
 You get in the bar, which at this time of the day (whatever it is) is nearly empty. You order a beer after telling the barman that “Dani recommended this place” and you are given one without any questions, which makes you happy (and worries you. Who the hell is Dani?)

 You sit down in a table by the darkest corner of the place and wonder if you should ask someone about Dani, although you are not sure about whether you can trust him or whether he'll be any helpful. But then again you got a free beer by just mentioning his name, which makes him cool :D

 Suddenly, asking someone else becomes unnecessary, since Dani, dressed in a yellow tracksuit with a couple of black lines that looks slightly familiar to you for a couple of seconds, enters the bar, looks at you, and says:

Dani: “AAAH, that’s how I like it! You accepted my invitation!”

You: “Eh… I'm sorry but… who are you?”

Dani: “Bad memory? I got you out of the fuckin’ hospital where they were turning you into a mindless soldier with weird skills”

You: “... What?”

Dani: “You know, I know this is going to sound pretty strange to you, but it all started the day you met my sister. Fuckin’ girl is one of them… So they tracked you, and then you were posioned. But just like they expected you to do, you survived with no poisonin’ symptoms at all.

So they went straight to phase 2, a.k.a “mix of random drugs that can be natural, artificial, or plain crap”. As in, they injected that shit in your blood”

You: “HAHAHAHA yeah, sure”

Dani: “I know right? it does sound fuckin' weird. Nearly as much as your rantin’s as I kicked your ass out of the hospital (they included dragons and bizarre murders, true story). But as I was sayin’, they injected you some new mix and waited to see what effect it’d have on ya, or if it’d simply kill ya. While they were at it, they used this little girl to erase your memories, just to make sure ya wouldn’t try escaping from the place out of nostalgic feelings for your previous life.

Phase 3, ya never reached this one because I got ya out of the place. If you, my friend, had died, your corpse would have been disposed of. If you had survived but showed no signs of an ability, they’d prepare a new mix and retry. Finally, if ya got a new skill, they’d help you to control that ‘power’, and eventually ya would have been sent to do some missions.”

You: “… Dude… There’s no way I’m believing that, and you know it, right?”

Dani: “Of course I do, but I had to try :D Anyways, believe it or not, there’re at least 2 groups out there trying to find you: One of them wants to kill ya, since they have some funny “nothin’ gets out of here” policy, and the other one wants ya to join them (I dunno what are their plans, though)”

You: “And how can you know that?”

Dani: “Why, because their funny experiment on me gave me an attempt at being omniscient. I didn't get *THE* omniscience, but I got to know some useful things. For instance I may find a credit card and know its secret number right then and there, or I can know at any time where are some specific objects located, so I can have someone located if I want it. For instance, I could just stick a lighter into his pocket and whenever I want to talk to him I’ll just go to him and say ‘hey, have ya got a light?’”

You: “Wait, that thing you just said…”

Dani: “Yeah, ya don’t need omniscience to know the lighter in your pocket is mine. Sorry, I ain’t gonna get your memories or your previous life back, I just can’t do that. But we can end with the makers of weird people’s organization. The only reason why I hadn’t left the place until the day I got you outta there was that I knew perfectly well that there was no way I could finish them. That is, until your apparition in the picture, when at last I had an option :D So what’d ya say, will ya help me do this?”
> You agree to help Dani
 You decide to help Dani, even if you don’t understand half the stuff he's just said

Dani: “So yeah, in that case… I guess it’s time I help ya with that weird ability of yours… which will require you to drink some interestin’ thingy, and stuff. It’ll only be 3 or 4 hours worth of side effects and things will be much better for you after it :D”

 After taking the risk and drinking some blue liquid Dany was carrying around in a little bottle, you go through some hours of complete mental blackout (which started, by pure coincidence, I'm sure, right after you drank it), you feel…

 Absolutely nothing different. It’s already nighttime, though, so you assume Dani just lied to you and wasted your time.

Dani: “No, no, you’ll notice soon enough. Way sooner than you’d expe-”

You: “AAAAAA TRAITOR!!!!” *you get up and knock out the bastard who had silently walked up to you from behind and was about to hit you in the head with a baseball bat. With a single punch, too :O*

Dani: “Yeah, that’s what I meant… Poor guy, I never mentioned you’d defend yourself :D your ability is, basically, anticipatin’ a dangerous situation and avoidin’ it in the best possible way by pure instinct. Although I guess we're gonna have to work on the 'Shoutin’ like a FUCKIN’ ALARM before doin’ it' part”

You: “¬¬… Shut up and tell me how’s that thing going to change my life”

Dani: “Well, in other words… Welcome to the Paranoid People Association :D”

*silence*

You: “Excuse me?”

Dani: “Ya know how one of the types of paranoia is feelin’ as if you are bein’ chased or threatened by things or beings who are completely inoffensive. From now on, you’re gonna notice all kind of threats, varyin’ degrees of danger. Normal people will think you can’t trust anyone at all.

However, callin’ ya ‘paranoid’ would be a big mistake: whenever you feel somethin’ bad is gonna happen to you, it’ll be because it really *is* gonna happen. But it will be fun, especially once you manage to block the unimportant warnings :D”

 Realizing that this Dani probably knows what is he talking about, and that asking more questions now is a waste of time you just nod and tell him to get his plan working,

 Dani takes you to his car and he drives you around the city until the hospital you two had apparently escaped from. Once in there, he tells you that he doesn’t trust your “wannabe alarm complex” and tells you that for the sake of both of you he’s going to have you gagged.

 You try to convince him that it won’t be necessary, then you rant about how that goes against the human rights, then you rant some more about random reasons against this, but Dani ignores you and tells you he will also tie your hands if you don’t stop saying stupid things. So you decide to shut up and let him do as he wished.

 Wait a second, why was this guy carrying a gag in his car? O.o

 Anyways, it’s easy for you two to reach the basement you two were heading to thanks to the fact that Dani knew where would the (few) guards be patrolling and your alarm-thing made you hide in a safe location (taking him with you) whenever you noticed someone coming in your direction (I guess Dani’s “they see you, they kill you” sayings really got to you, because you anticipated them *all*).

 After Dani enters the right access code, you find… nothing in there! (apparently). Well, there are a bunch of shelves, and boxes, and random stuff. One would say it’s an archive or a storage of some sort. Taking the gag off yourself (you’ll never admit it, but it was helpful), you ask “eh… didn’t you say we were going to kill these people?”

Dani: “I said ‘end the makers of weird people’s organization’. Best way to do that is blowin’ their way of creatin’ them. You didn’t think I was gonna come here and kill everyone on sight did ya?”

You: “Well, actually…”

Dani: “Meh, who cares. They’re out there if ya want to try doin’ that, but I suggest you don’t bother, ‘cos you probably wouldn’t make it out of here alive with the shitload of weapons they have and, deep down, they ain’t that bad. Their recruitin’ and creatin’ agent ways ARE bad, but their goal is protectin’ the country and makin’ sure no one else has this ‘technology’. Actually, I’d consider joinin’ them again if they weren’t gonna shoot me a couple of times before saying hi due to this betrayal business. Which will becoe a damn big betrayal once I’m done here. So… will you help me? :D”
> You ignore Dani's reasons and get your revenge
You: “Nah, I’m not leaving without at least getting some answers out of the guys who forced me into this thing >.>”

Dani: “Well, you see, I understand your feelings and all, but you are lookin' for 4 people: The one who created the system, he never even knew he had done it and he wouldn’t have used it again; the one who decided to use it to create this agency; the one who discovered the experiment could be done on you; and last but not least, the person who brought you here. You may or may not remember that the latter one is my sister. It ain’t like I really like her, although I don’t hate her either, but… I’m not letting ya kill her anyway :D”

You: “Oh, and what can some guy who only knows a lot of random things do to stop me? As in, the person who can anticipate any dangerous situation, from doing whatever I want to?”

Dani: “Apparently nothin’, right? Thing is, you are cool in my opinion, even if back then I was kinda scared of your ability. So I must say it once more: Don’t try anythin’ stupid. But you’re free to go find them if ya want, I doubt you’ll find my sister anyway, so it wouldn’t be that bad :D”
> You follow Dani's advice and help him complete his plan
 You mumble something that sounds close to “screw them all” while Dani pulls out what seems to be a… shoe box (Seriously, how the hell does he hide all of that in a damn tracksuit?). He puts it in the middle of the room, opens it and… starts setting the bomb inside it to explode, it'd seem.

You: “O.o Wait, you’ve been carrying a bomb next to me for all this time and I haven’t noticed a thing!?”

Dani: ”Ya know, I could lie and say “Oh, no, this thing wasn’t dangerous at all because I knew perfectly well how to make it”. But even when I knew how to make it, and yes, I’ve done it on my own, I couldn’t guarantee that it’s 100% safe. So your paranoid ways should’ve noticed something, I’m sorry for this one detail… :D ”

You: “… What are you talking about? ¬¬”

Dani: “Remember that gap in your memory after you took my funny drink? Well, while ya were off, I gave you something else to limit your alarm-thing when it came to big explosions… and it might have had some side effects, but that’s irrelevant :D I have the antidote back in the car, anyway, then ya’ll be fine”

You: “Alright… Damn smiling guy who trusts no one… ¬¬”

Dani: “No, I do trust people, I just like making sure things work fine! :D”

 Dani sets the thing to explode in around 20 minutes, which is more than enough for you two to leave the place. Once again you have no problems thanks to the gag… I mean... you are glad you are never using that thing again.

 As you drink the transparent liquid Dani gives you once you’ve reached the car, you hear a pretty big explosion and some alarms, but most of the building seems to be alright, apparently. That makes your destructive side sad :(

Dani: “There, there. We’ll have plenty of time to destroy stuff and blow building up if it comes to that. Now we are outta here and I'll deal with some unfinished business…”

 Dani drives to some big, pretty cool-looking house located in the other side of the city. He tells you to wait for him inside the car, since he’ll be back in 5 minutes. Indeed, he appears again exactly after 5 minutes, bringing a couple of CD’s he has apparently “borrowed” from the owner of the house.

You: “What’s that supposed to be?”

Dani: “Ah, nothing all that interesting… you still have that lighter with ya?”

 You give it to him, he burns the CD’s inside a trashcan, making sure there’s nothing but ashes left of them. Once he's happy about the results, he says “Well, everything’s done :D Now I suggest we get out of this city and do whatever we feel like doing. Because if we two work together, we can do pretty much anything :D”

 He is right, actually. You two will probably have fun for the rest of your life. And I’m not implying you two are gay, I tell ya. Lots of homophobic people out there. But hey, maybe you like that stuff and… Nah, Dani doesn’t feel like that about guys anyways :D. So just go and do whatever you feel like doing with your life.

 Congratulations on reaching the one I consider to be the “Best Ending”, Especially if you made it here on your first read.

END
> You try again?
 You wake up in some dimly illuminated room with a damn headache, and the first thing you notice is that you are really thirsty. You also notice that you are not “in” the bed, but instead you are simply on top of it, dressed in a really creased gray suit, and apparently you didn’t even bother taking off your shoes. All of this makes you think “Fuck this, I’m never drinking that much alcohol again in my whole life”.

  But there seems to be something weird in this whole situation: You can’t remember what clubs did you visit last night, or what did you drink at them. Hell, you can’t even remember whether you went out last night or not (even if the answer to that question seems pretty obvious). And what is worse, you don’t have a clue about who the hell are you or where the hell is this place, now that you think about it.

  And since that’s really creepy, you think “Nah, this must be a dream, I’ll wake up soon enough and then I’ll laugh at my own stupidity”. But until you wake up from such a hateful dream, you should do something… “Hell no, there’s no reason to get up in such a hateful dream as this one, screw it” you think as you turn yourself to find a more comfortable position to sleep.

  You try to remember if you had seen some horror movie or whatever thing that could justify such a crappy dream, but you realize there’s no way to find something like that out without your memories. And while you keep thinking in these deep, sort of pointless, thoughts, you fall asleep again. And suddenly:

 Voice of a Man: “AAAAAAAAA Who are you and what the **** are you doing here?!”

 You: “Fuck! Who are you?”

 Man: “What the… You are sleeping in MY house and you dare asking me who am I?”

 You: “Eh… Well, yes… Why wouldn’t I do it? I don’t remember having ever seen you in my life. And who says this is your place?”

 Man: “… O.o… ¬¬ Get the hell out of here right now or I’ll call the police”


You: “Nah, I’m not leaving without at least getting some answers out of the guys who forced me into this thing >.>”

Dani: “Well, you see, I understand your feelings and all, but you are lookin' for 4 people: The one who created the system, he never even knew he had done it and he wouldn’t have used it again; the one who decided to use it to create this agency; the one who discovered the experiment could be done on you; and last but not least, the person who brought you here. You may or may not remember that the latter one is my sister. It ain’t like I really like her, although I don’t hate her either, but… I’m not letting ya kill her anyway :D”

You: “Oh, and what can some guy who only knows a lot of random things do to stop me? As in, the person who can anticipate any dangerous situation, from doing whatever I want to?”

Dani: “Apparently nothin’, right? Thing is, you are cool in my opinion, even if back then I was kinda scared of your ability. So I must say it once more: Don’t try anythin’ stupid. But you’re free to go find them if ya want, I doubt you’ll find my sister anyway, so it wouldn’t be that bad :D”
> You choose a more radical approach to this thing
You: “Well, good for you. So… Good luck”

Dani: “Yeah… Same to you… Don’t go after my sister first, will ya :D”

You: “O.o you are damn weird, you know… anyways, see you around”

 You get out of the room and run around the building for a while. You realize now that you didn’t ask Dani about the location of any of your 4 targets, and you also realize that wasn’t a smart move. Well, entering some office and interrogating whoever is inside it will probably be enough to find that out. Once you are in front of an office that seems to be currently occupied, you hear an explosion and an alarm goes off.

You: 'Shit, Dani must have done something >.< And what the hell do I do now?' "AAAAAAARRRGGG!!!!" *running around some halls*”

 Suddenly, you feel really tired. Like, you literally faint.

 You wake up not knowing where are you, or who the hell are you, or how did you end up here anyway. You are told that you are the latest member of some elite group, and you’ll be a memeber of this group until you die or they let you go.

 You’ll never know that the reason you are alive right now and serving these guys instead of simply dead is a note Dani left near the place he had blown with some explosive device:

“Hi, I brought the guy I got out of here back (mainly because he didn’t feel like helping me destroy your twisted system in a quiet way). He doesn’t remember a thing about me. Actually, he doesn’t remember anything at all. So he’s not worth killing, I tell you. Besides, he is a cool guy with some nice skill :D”

 Well, if you don't think about the manipulation being done on you (and you can't really do it, since you don't know about it), at least you are working in a pretty interesting organization. It's not too bad of an ending for you, even if there are better ones out there

END


 You get in the bar, which at this time of the day (whatever it is) is nearly empty. You order a beer after telling the barman that “Dani recommended this place” and you are given one without any questions, which makes you happy (and worries you. Who the hell is Dani?)

 You sit down in a table by the darkest corner of the place and wonder if you should ask someone about Dani, although you are not sure about whether you can trust him or whether he'll be any helpful. But then again you got a free beer by just mentioning his name, which makes him cool :D

 Suddenly, asking someone else becomes unnecessary, since Dani, dressed in a yellow tracksuit with a couple of black lines that looks slightly familiar to you for a couple of seconds, enters the bar, looks at you, and says:

Dani: “AAAH, that’s how I like it! You accepted my invitation!”

You: “Eh… I'm sorry but… who are you?”

Dani: “Bad memory? I got you out of the fuckin’ hospital where they were turning you into a mindless soldier with weird skills”

You: “... What?”

Dani: “You know, I know this is going to sound pretty strange to you, but it all started the day you met my sister. Fuckin’ girl is one of them… So they tracked you, and then you were posioned. But just like they expected you to do, you survived with no poisonin’ symptoms at all.

So they went straight to phase 2, a.k.a “mix of random drugs that can be natural, artificial, or plain crap”. As in, they injected that shit in your blood”

You: “HAHAHAHA yeah, sure”

Dani: “I know right? it does sound fuckin' weird. Nearly as much as your rantin’s as I kicked your ass out of the hospital (they included dragons and bizarre murders, true story). But as I was sayin’, they injected you some new mix and waited to see what effect it’d have on ya, or if it’d simply kill ya. While they were at it, they used this little girl to erase your memories, just to make sure ya wouldn’t try escaping from the place out of nostalgic feelings for your previous life.

Phase 3, ya never reached this one because I got ya out of the place. If you, my friend, had died, your corpse would have been disposed of. If you had survived but showed no signs of an ability, they’d prepare a new mix and retry. Finally, if ya got a new skill, they’d help you to control that ‘power’, and eventually ya would have been sent to do some missions.”

You: “… Dude… There’s no way I’m believing that, and you know it, right?”

Dani: “Of course I do, but I had to try :D Anyways, believe it or not, there’re at least 2 groups out there trying to find you: One of them wants to kill ya, since they have some funny “nothin’ gets out of here” policy, and the other one wants ya to join them (I dunno what are their plans, though)”

You: “And how can you know that?”

Dani: “Why, because their funny experiment on me gave me an attempt at being omniscient. I didn't get *THE* omniscience, but I got to know some useful things. For instance I may find a credit card and know its secret number right then and there, or I can know at any time where are some specific objects located, so I can have someone located if I want it. For instance, I could just stick a lighter into his pocket and whenever I want to talk to him I’ll just go to him and say ‘hey, have ya got a light?’”

You: “Wait, that thing you just said…”

Dani: “Yeah, ya don’t need omniscience to know the lighter in your pocket is mine. Sorry, I ain’t gonna get your memories or your previous life back, I just can’t do that. But we can end with the makers of weird people’s organization. The only reason why I hadn’t left the place until the day I got you outta there was that I knew perfectly well that there was no way I could finish them. That is, until your apparition in the picture, when at last I had an option :D So what’d ya say, will ya help me do this?”
> You refuse to help him
You: “Meh, not interested”

Dani: “Oh well, you fucked my plan. Whatever, I’ll have to find someone else one of these days… I suggest ya get out of this city as soon as possible, they’re looking for us around here because it’s the only place where we could be that they can think of :D And that’s about it, I suggest you never get anywhere near a psychiatrist”

You: “What?”

Dani: “Nah, nothing, I’m outta here… By the way, take this *he hands you some car keys*. Ya know, blue car parked right in front of the bar. Take care, maybe if you’re still alive I’ll go find you some day :D” *he leaves*

 You suppose he’s right, so you take the car keys and enter the car… which surprisingly DOESN’T explode after you start its engine, as you assumed it’d happen (Seriously, what kind of guy would give you a car when you’ve only known him for 20 minutes?)

 Well, you’ll have time to think about that and many other things, like what to do with your life. You’ll probably end up slightly insane, as Dani seemed to hint with the psychiatrist part, but who knows, you might actually survive somehow

END


 You: “But… But… I can’t remember how did I make it to this place, or who am I, or… you are the only person that can help me! :(”

 Man: "How did a fucking junkie get in my house…?”

 You: “No! I swear it’s true! I can’t remember anything, if you kick me out of here I won’t even know where to go to :(”

 Man: “Well, I’ll hate myself for doing this later, but… Let’s say I believe you. What do you suggest I do? The only thing I can think of is that the police might know something about you. But you probably should just go straight to a psychiatrist… er… doctor. Or perhaps a hypnotist so you can do a regression, or however those are called. Actually, I know a hypnotist…”
> The police might be helpful for once!
 This man clearly wants to get rid of you, so 5 minutes later you have been given clear instructions to reach the closest police department, being wished “good luck” and had the door locked right behind you as you left the flat.

 You walk towards the police department as fast as you can because the whole “I can’t remember a thing” is freaking you out. Wait, maybe the thing that’s freaking you out is that man dressed in a dark blue suit who is following you. Isn’t he?

 “Damn, someone traded my memories for a DAMN MENTAL ILLNESS CALLED PARANOIA”, you think
> You keep walking not giving a damn, it's probably nothing
“Whatever, I'm freaking out for nothing. Screw him if he’s following me, let him run and chase me and interrogate me if that’s his intention", you think as you keep walking.

 For some reason I think you wouldn’t have thought that way before having your memories erased. I’m not sure what would you have thought, but not that, certainly; whatever, let’s go back to the interesting thing.

 You reach the Police Department with no problems at all, so you suppose your “pursuer” simply happened to have the same route as you. After some minutes thinking on what the hell are you going to tell the police officer in front of you, and noticing that you don’t even have a wallet or some sort of identification, or money, or ANYTHING (except for a cool-looking lighter stored in your right pocket), you decide a serious approach will be the best way to finish this. Problem is, taking “a serious approach” is complicated in your current position:

You: “Hi, do you think you could you help me with some problem I have?”

She: “What is it?”

You: “Thing is… I’m really… disoriented… I’ve woken up in a house I didn’t know, with no identifications or anything, and I can’t remember anything about myself. The owner of the place didn’t recognize me, but he suggested I came here”

She: “Well… Eh… I think it’s the first time I’ve heard something like that. Be honest: Are you on drugs and/or alcohol?”

You: “O.o… No, not that I can remember… Why does everyone ask me that question?”

 After a while, she informs you that they have no reports of any missing person who might fit your description. She also says that an investigation to find out who are you may start if you wish so, and while they are at it you could go see a psychiatrist or they could give you a new, temporal identity and some money so you can go and do something useful, you fucking junkie (alright, she doesn’t use those words, but that’s the impression you get, anyways)
> You decide to go to a psychiatrist until the investigation is over
 Seeing a psychiatrist and waiting for the police to fix your problems sounded well. During a week you slept in a room the police lent you (out of pity) that was located in the police department and went to see the psychiatrist. The bad thing is, this “doctor” wasn’t exactly the best in his promotion, because after some sessions in which he found absolutely nothing, he decided to send you straight to a mental asylum, saying you had some sort of “schizoidal paranoia” that had been provoked by the prolonged usage of toxic substances, or something like that. Well, maybe it’s your paranoia what makes you think he’s making all of that up, but you’ll never be sure of that, HAHAHAHA

 So you complained to the police, you asked for a new doctor… but no, the Fucking psychiatrist had the labs analyze a sample of your blood he took during your first session and in there he found a combination of toxic stuff that could be a worthy opponent to whatever is on Keith Richards’s blood, so no one believed you.

 At the present time, a cop has come and told you a van from the “medical center” is about to arrive to take you to your new location, leaving the room right after informing you. And he didn’t lock the door! This may be your last chance of escaping your fate at the mental asylum, although being back out on the streets with no memories, home, or anything sounds pretty bad, too. Not to mention, the stupid psychiatrist would probably say that you’re a dangerous individual and must be terminated
> You trying to escape is not worth the risk, let's just go to the Psychiatric Hospital
Two nice guys enter your room, introduce themselves, and tell you everything is going to be ok. They lead you to a van, and once in front of it, your (unconfirmed) paranoia tells you getting in the van will be bad. REALLY BAD.

You: “AAAAAAAAAA let me go back to my room!!!” *turning and starting to run back towards the building*

Man #1: *grabbing you* “Oh, I thought we wouldn’t have to do this for once!”

Man #2: *forcing you into a straitjacket and pushing you into the van* “Nah, it happens everytime… Shame, he seemed to be pretty relaxed a moment ago”

Man #1: “you can never trust these guys…”

 They lock you inside the van, letting the straitjacket on you. You still think something bad is going to happen, but understanding that no matter how much you cry they won’t give a damn, you shut up as the driver and the other guy talk happily.

 Your paranoia, however, turns out to be right. As the 2 assholes who were sent to pick you up keep on talking like… assholes… the one driving doesn’t pay enough attention to the traffic and you all end up crashing into a truck You all die pretty quickly, which is obviously quite bad for you

END