text: [Themes: sci-fi, historical, fantasy, superhero]
  
  You keep your nose plugged. You start to feel that urge of breathing, but you also feel excitement.
  
  What'll happen? How long can you last?
  
  Last time you held your breath was at a pool party, you know you lasted more than thirty seconds, but you don't quite remember the exact time.
  
  You can beat that time.
  
  It's been approximately twenty seconds since you plugged your nose. You don't need air desperatly.
  
  You reach the thirty second mark, impressive!
  
  You have now been forty seconds without breathing.
  
  Great going!
  
  Your hand struggles against itself to keep your nose plugged. Your other hand rushes to cover your mouth.
  
  Better not breathe accidentally.
  
  Fifty seconds.
  
  You know you need air. But you want to keep going.
  
  Almost a minute, now.
  
  You're not sure you're gonna make it.
  
  Just a few seconds to go. Your body starts to spasm and your hands want to break free from your own willpower.
  
  If you keep moving, you'll waste precious oxygen and won't hold out for sixty seconds.
  
  You feel another spasm coming. You hold your breath.
  
  Almost a minute, now.
  
  > This is too much, you won't do this
  After checking your reflection, you decide that it's finally time to go out and do something. You take a shower, get dressed, have breakfast and leave the house as you do some reality checks along the way.
  
  > Where to?
  You plug your nose and look at your hands. You feel kinda silly doing that in the middle of the street, but no one seems to notice.
  
  You do all the the things you have to do, occasionally doing some reality checks, and you finally have some free time. You are somewhat excited for going to sleep, wondering if you'll be able to pull off the reality checks (you read that some people can do it on their first try) but you're also nervous. What if it doesn't work and you have a nightmare?
  
  > go home and get some rest
  Eager to fall asleep, you drink some warm milk and eat two chocolate chip cookies before going to bed.
  
  You close your eyes and think of the purple sky you should be seeing in a few moments. You do a quick reality check and you feel yourself dozing off...
  
  > It's dream time
  You step out of your house and see the usual purple sky.
  
  So far so good.
  
  You know you have to go to the town square but you don't know wether to take the bus or the subway.
  
  What will you do?
  
  > take the bus
  The bus is empty except for the old lady in the back. She has three arms and that doesn't bother you because you know it's normal.
  
  You pay the bus driver and take a seat in the front of the bus. After a few stops, the transport is now full and there's a lot of chickens, clucking and clucking. Their clucking is driving you crazy and you want them to stop. You cover your ears and jump out of the bus, rolling on the floor and scraping your knees.
  
  That hurts.
  
  You walk around town realizing that you're not where you're supposed to be. You are supposed to be doing something, also.
  
  > go to the town square
  You ignore whatever it is that you were supposed to be doing and walk to the town square, where the same chickens are clucking and clucking.
  
  You don't want to see those damned chickens, you want to get an apple pie!
  
  You rush to the nearest apple pie store and order one but the clerk tells you that there's only pineapple pie, which makes no sense.
  
  > Scream: "I want my goddamned apple pie!"
  You scream. You yell at the store clerk because you're the customer and the customer is always right.
  
  The little man behind the counter pulls out a shotgun and blows off your arm.
  
  You're no longer angry, now all you feel is pain as you bleed out.
  
  "How d'ya like them apples?" the store clerk asks, shooting you again, this time in the stomach.
  
  > wake up!
  You wake up covered by a thin layer of sweat. You try to recapitulate what just happened and remember your dream journal.
  
  You grab the pencil and write the word «chickens», for that is all you know that was in your dream. You also remember a lot of pain and blood, so you just write the word «gore» and underline it. This is all below the purple sky note from yesterday.
  
  You shiver and breathe deeply as you decide what to do next.
  
  > look online for a meaning
  You type the words and start to look for chickens in dreams. It's mostly just mumbo-jumbo so you, once again, discard the information. Useless information about chickens meaning guidance or food or who knows what.
  
  > go out and face the day
  You do a reality check before and after showering, you do one during breakfast and you do another one after stepping out.
  
  Once more, you find yourself looking at your hands and plugging your nose all day long. Nobody seems to notice it yet and you remember that you didn't check reality whilst dreaming last night.
  
  You knew it might take you some time to start having lucid dreams, but you can't help feeling disappointed. You're still not feeling well rested, but at least you have nothing to do tomorrow.
  
  The day goes by and you definitely want some alcohol now.
  
  > go to a bar and have some drinks
  You get to your favorite bar, because you have a favorite bar, and you order your usual drink because you also have an usual drink since you're a regular.
  
  The friendly bartender gives you the drink and you feel great.
  
  After a few hours and some solo competitive drinking you think it's time to go home.
  
  You go outside and see the nightsky. You don't know what time it is, but you sure as hell know that you should be home soon.
  
  You start walking down the street and you pay attention to any incoming cabs. But there's no traffic.
  
  > Wanna go home and sleep
  As you're crossing the street a drunk driver rushes towards you.
  
  Before you have time to react, a rip in time and space opens up and you're pushed by someone that comes through the portal.
  
  They're run over and the drunk driver is a hit-and-runner. You take a closer look at the body in the street and you find that they look an awful lot like you.
  
  Could it be possible?
  
  They did come through a portal, so they could be from an alternate dimension. You call the cops and remember that you're drunk as heck, so you're probably too dizzy to think straight.
  
  You get home and get some sleep. For some reason you don't dream about the purple sky or anything else.
  
  You get a call in the morning. It's the cops.
  
  "Could you please come in to the station? We have a few questions regarding last night's accident".
  
  Right, there was a hit and run last night and you were there. You almost didn't remember because you're kind of hungover.
  
  So you get to the station and you're greeted by an officer.
  
  "Please come with me with," they say, "this way".
  
  You get to an office and there's some pictures on a desk. They're pictures of you, but the weird part is that you're on a street and there's blood.
  
  Is that really you? You ask.
  
  "That's what we're trying to find out," the cops say, "Don't you have a twin?".
  
  You don't have a twin. What's going on here?
  
  "We don't know," they say, "try not to freak out, but we found this person's wallet and their ID is the exact same as yours. And it's not a fake one!".
  
  You try not to freak out, but that's too much, man.
  
  Maybe you're in some kind of movie or videogame where you have to solve the mystery of your own murder before it's too late.
  
  That actually sounds like a great plot, so it probably already exists... If not, write that down!
  
  But there's no time to get creative. You are dead. Except that you aren't.
  
  The cops want to test you for stuff and they even called in some scientists.
  
  They poke you with needles and show you some images on screens.
  
  They put those sucker thingies on your forehead and they feed you some weird jelly that's supposed to help with the testing.
  
  After days of trying to figure out what's going on, the only sure thing is that you are, in fact, the same person as the corpse. You share an identical DNA; like 100% identical. You also share fingerprints, so that rules out the fact that they're a long lost identical twin (because twins don't have the same fingerprints).
  
  So it is true. You came from another dimension to save yourself from being run over.
  
  > become obsessed with alternate dimensions and the multiverse theory
  You won't sleep until you know what just happened.
  
  You stop sleeping for a few days and all you do is read about the multiverse theory. You learn about quantum mechanics and you start to come up with some ideas of your own.
  
  You study physics and you search for every single piece of information you can find.
  
  You look for other cases similar to yours. Maybe you're not the first one to encounter their other self.
  
  You start to take risks because maybe you'll be saved by yourself again, but it doesn't happen. All you get is a heck ton of scars.
  
  You try to open portals of your own. First with your mind since you might be able to do it, it could be an ability that you don't know you have. You meditate and you train your spirit and body while trying to build a machine that could break time and space.
  
  You know the theory for traveling through time (into the future), it's all about the speed. But how about reality?
  
  There are lots of arguments and theories. Some are scientifically supported and some are just people talking about the power of will. You can't really get the grasp of space-time traveling. Not on this Earth.
  
  Maybe, if alternate realities are real, you've already cracked this mystery in another time and another place. But you need to do it too.
  
  Your machine is supposed to creat vibrations that tap into the cosmic fabric, allowing you to at least have a peek at other universes. After a decade of experimentation and things like that, it's time to test the machine.
  
  But first, one final choice.
  
  > Should you recalibrate the machine?
  I don't know. Perhaps. (congrats, you found the secret Comic Sans MS font).
  
  You recalibrate the machine and tweak it a bit before entering it.
  
  You turn it on and put all the safety things where they should go.
  
  The vibration starts and your special vibration-resistant window lets you look at the world becoming blurrier.
  
  You activate the second gear of your machine and the world seems to get brighter. You feel the vibration getting more and more intense.
  
  You put the machine in it's third and penultimate gear. Your laboratory outside starts to disappear as another scape begins to show.
  
  Your machine is working!
  
  > get to the final gear
  You activate the fourth and final gear and the vibration turns into a quake. The machine start's to overheat but you think it can handle it.
  
  The safety measures are there for a reason and they'll automatically start should anything go wrong.
  
  The landscape becomes clearer and you see a beautiful field of flowers. You don't recognize the species and that means that you're in fact in an alternate reality.
  
  The machine stops all of a sudden and steam starts to come out of the pipes or something.
  
  You can't breathe and you open the door, hoping that air is breathable.
  
  It is.
  
  You check your machine and it just needs to cool off for a while, so you'll explore the place. And guess what, the sky is purple.
  
  You look at the flowers and take pictures. No, a video would be better. You take out your camera and start to shoot a film in an alternate universe. It's all so exciting you don't see your other self finding the machine.
  
  When you turn around it's too late. Your other self has activated the machine and is looking at you with contrite eyes.
  
  "I'm sorry," they say, "I've been trapped in here for years and I need to go home. Even if it's your home, it must be better that this".
  
  The machine disappears.
  
  That night you understand what you/they meant. The flowers screech when the sun falls and they're everywhere. No matter how far you run, you hear the incesant screeching.
  
  Your only comfort is that you know you can survive this for years. You know that at least.
  
  There's nothing on this universe but plants and small animals that serve as your meal. You made earplugs out of some rabbitoids and they work good enough.
  
  You tried to pluck all of the screeching flowers but they kept growing back overnight. Even when you mauled the dirt, they managed to plant themselves back after a couple of days.
  
  This is your home now. You called the place Screechland because it made sense and you devote your life to traveling across the country.
  
  You built a lot of small cottages during your evermoving life. You don't know this, but, in the future, your constructions will be found by scientists from your home world when your other self finally manages to build a fully functional vibration machine that allows it to travel by itself, so people can now go in large groups to other realities.
  
  Technically, you get all the credit. And even though you died when you fell off a cliff, you're still alive somewhere else.