text: [Themes: fan fiction]
  
  You wake up surrounded by metal. There is an elevator door to your front, but it is closed. There are no up, down, or floor buttons. You might as well be in a metal box with a door.
  
  You stand up and peek through the glass. For some reason your surroundings are moving.
  
  Oh carp...you're falling and falling fast. What do you do?
  
  > just jump when it hits the ground.
  You may not know your name, face, or past, but you still have your common sense, which tells you that the only way to survive an elevator crash is to jump when it hits the ground!
  
  You peek through the glass. It's pitch dark and you can't even see the ground.
  
  Well, darn it.
  
  You wake up surrounded by metal. There is an elevator door to your front, but it is closed. There are no up, down, or floor buttons. You might as well be in a metal box with a door.
  
  You stand up and peek through the glass. For some reason your surroundings are moving.
  
  Oh carp...you're falling and falling fast. What do you do?
  
  > accept your death.
  You sit down on the floor, hug your knees to your chest, and close your eyes.
  
  For some reason you can't remember anything about yourself. It's as if your memory has been wiped or something. This also means you don't have anything to reminisce about.
  
  You look at your hand. You're a white person.
  
  You slide your hand under your pants. You're male.
  
  Well, that's a start on figuring out who you are.
  
  You decide to see how much further the elevator has to go before it-[Themes: sci-fi, humor, science fiction]
  
  *BUZZ BUZZ* You hear your phone start to vibrate. *BUZZ BUZZ* You look at your phone with heavy eyelids to see it is your boss, the dick at Waffle House that who likes to make your life a living hell. *BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ* Angered for being pulled from your slumber (Oh what a good dream you were having. And when you were about to make a move on her none the less!) you answer your phone.
  
  The sound of your bosses voice jolts you from your drowsiness. You look at your clock and see it's 2:00. He's right to be angry. You're 3 hours late.
  
  You hear a beep as your boss disconnects the call. He was right. You wonder how you even got the job in the first place. You didn't really put much effort into your resume, and the only reason you did it was to please your roommate. You lie in your bed and become bored as the hours pass by.
  
  Looking around your room, you try to decide what you wish to do.
  
  [Author's Note: You're just another average person, living an average life. Nothing worth boasting about and no real problems. Funny thing about life. It loves to shit in your face. You can't just go through life expecting everything to be hunky dory, but hey, at least things have been spiced up a bit. This is my first attempt at one of these stories. I have never viewed myself as very creative, but I figured I would give it a shot. Hopefully you guys will enjoy it. (Also, some of you are going to start questioning, the answer is no, I am not one but I am tolerant) Notice: I will no longer edit this story. I will leave it here to show me what I should improve on in writing future stories. Feedback is always welcome and I encourage you to tell me what I need to do better. Thank you for your time.]
  
  > play the guitar
  You decide some music would be nice right about now. You pick up one of your guitars and start playing a nice little tune. Feeling refreshed you set your guitar down. You should really try to find a new job now. HINT HINT
  
  > play the PlayStation 3
  You decide a few video games will help take your mind off things. You get on your PlayStation and play a few games. You play a few multiplayer matches on Call of Duty, then a few coop missions on Battlefield 3, you kill a few baddies on Borderlands the Pre-Sequal, and best a few zombies on the last of us. All-in-all you have a very busy day NOT LOOKING FOR A JOB! HINT HINT!
  
  > play the Xbox 360
  You get bored of the PlayStation and decide you want to play on the Xbox. Maybe some Mass Effect, or some GTA5, or Fable 3, or Red Dead Redemption. You switch off your PlayStation and move over to the Xbox to realize you "lent" your power cord to your neighbor. You decide it is time to GET OFF YOUR ASS AND LOOK FOR A JOB YOU DAMN HIPPIE! HINT FUCKING HINT!!
  
  > use your PC to find a new job
  You get on your PC and get ready to open up firefox, when you notice DayZ is sitting there begging to be played. You decide to try and shut it out and search for a job.
  
  > search for a Job
  You open firefox and start searching for a job. You go to one of the job sites and suddenly your computer is filled with pop-ups.
  
  You are noticing a pattern here.
  
  This continues on until you can't see the webpage anymore.
  
  > close the Computer
  You come to the conclusion that your computer has a virus (probably your roommates fault) and shut it down. You hear a knock at the door of your apartment. You go to the door and see a well dressed man.
  
  Man:"Hello sir. Are you interested in helping to expand our knowledge of science?"
  
  You:"Depends on what kind of science your talking about here and how much the pay is."
  
  Man:"We are testing a new drink that is supposed to increase the strength, stamina, and agility in whoever digests it. We pay $500 per day, But can you really put a price on science?"
  
  You:"What if something goes wrong?"
  
  Man:"If there is any harm done, we will pay you $100,000 and treat the side effect for free."
  
  You:"Well, I really need a job... I'll consider it."
  
  Man:"Thank you sir. Here's our business card. The name is John by the way."
  
  You:"Thanks."
  
  You shut the door and walk to the living room.
  
  You look at the card the man gave you. There is a number and the words prohibitos autem scientiam in the corner, whatever that means.
  
  > throw the card out
  You decide you don't want the job and continue searching for a new one. You find that your computer has been fried and you are unable to search for a job online. The few workplaces in the immediate area are not hiring, and you have no way to search for other jobs. Your roommate kicks you out and you are doomed to live on the streets.