Pick Up The Phone Booth and Aisle

Mug cashier
 
Gardevoir said:
The person turns out to be rosalina and i take her home..
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Except Rosalina ain't a brunette.

***You fail at telling people apart***

But wait...

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

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






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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.

GreenDisaster said:
Mug cashier
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You mug the cashier, although no one is there other than you and the brunette.

***You beat yourself up***

But wait...

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

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






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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
 
GreenDisaster said:
Mug brunette
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You mug and kill the brunette. She wasn't just the only other person in the aisle, she was the only other person in the world.

***You kill the human race***

But wait...

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

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






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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.

Northern Verve said:
Collect the necessary Pasta-related items that I need so I can buy them on my way out the checkout lanes.
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You stop to look at the pasta for a second. A sudden thought and an eerie feeling both hit you at once, both of which can be summed up in a question: What if this was the last decision you ever made? What if, after all was said and done, this was it? That this was the point at which the temporal chalkboard would be wiped by the hand of God, that everything would end here, and this was your last decision, the very last thing you could possibly be remembered by? What if this pasta was it?

With great trepidation, you reach out your now-shaking hand, nervously trying to make sure that, just in case this is the last pasta — that is, the last pasta — that you choose wisely. You close your eyes and choose the rigatoni.

You wait.

You continue waiting.

You open one eye, expecting something to happen.

Instead, a whole lot of nothing happens.

Nothing, that is, aside from other customers passing you by, wondering why you have your hand outstretched, holding a bag of rigatoni. Looking slightly embarrassed, you hastily put the pasta in your cart and go about your way. "Temporal chalkboard wiped by the hand of God". What a stupid thought, you think to yourself. Where did THAT come from?

Looking in your cart, you realize it was a good thing that wasn't the end, because now you can't figure out how on earth you're going to make your prize spaghetti recipe with rigatoni.
*** I mean, rigatoni? Come ON. ***

But wait...

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

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






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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
 
GreenDisaster said:
Create other humans.

Take that in whatever direction pleases you.
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You decide to reproduce asexually (as you don't find the brunette that sexy). The clone kills you.

***You kill yourself***

But wait...

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

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






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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
 
Northern Verve said:
Ask the Brunette politely if she's noticed anything strange about this market
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You go up to the brunette and ask if anything's wrong. There's no response. You gently hit her and she tips over. It's cardboard! You relize everything is made of cardboard! Even you are made of cardboard! You fall to the floor.

***You aren't human.***

But wait...

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

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






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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
 
GreenDisaster said:
Look
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You look stupid.

***You were insulted by me.***

But wait...

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

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






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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
 
GreenDisaster said:
Undo
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If only.
***You are forced to accept the consequences of your actions ***

But wait...

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

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






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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.

Gardevoir said:
I enter the phone booth and dial 911.
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You dial 911 on the phone booth.
"911 is for emergencies only"
"But I-"
"I can read minds, and now I will kill you".

***You are killed***

But wait...

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

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






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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.

Northern Verve said:
Get ye flask (I don't know what I'm doing at this point lol)
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You unbolt ye flask. It was a load-bearing flask.

***You die by Homestar Runner reference.***

But wait...

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

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






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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
 
GreenDisaster said:
Northern Verve said:
Get ye flask (I don't know what I'm doing at this point lol)
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Magikrazy said:
***You die by Homestar Runner reference.***
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Hug Magikrazy and SonicMario
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We both gladly accept the hug. However, we are Arrow'd!

Magikrazy said:
***You die by Homestar Runner reference.***
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But wait...

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

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






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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
 
God agrees. He creates more humans. They are all cannibals.

***You and the brunette are eaten alive.***

But wait...

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

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







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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.

Gardevoir said:
I turn magikrazy female and i force him to wear a dress for eternity. Even if time goes back to before this happen you were cursed to wear it in past, present and future no matter what.
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It turns out I look hideous in a dress and I blind you.

***You are blinded by my hideousness***

But wait...

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

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






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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.

Northern Verve said:
Walk down the aisle to see how long it is.
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You steel yourself for the journey ahead:

Luckily, the shop you are in stocks sherpas, pack-mules and general arctic survival equipment- you stock up on everything you need and begin your long, grim trek. The road is hard, but you persevere, living entirely on suet, your own urine, and the apparently infinite supply of biscuit crumbs in the depths of your coat pocket. Coming to the Arctic circle, you find that Al Gore was right all along, and the polar ice caps really have melted. You notice a lone polar bear, the last surviving in the wild, floating by on a little floe of ice. Your heart wells up with sadness at this tragic sight- The bear, meanwhile, has noticed you and, unfortunately, has a fairly good grasp of the effects and causes of climate change. He leaps from his floe and mauls you in a horrible display of animal savagery. In your final moments, you whisper your last words:

"I'm glad you bastards are dying..."
*** Whoops! You died! ***

But wait...

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

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






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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
 
I buy the penne instead of the rigatoni.
 
Gardevoir said:
I turn you into Rosalina for eternity and forever, past, present, future and nothing can change it....

I turn imortal and laugh at your feminine ness..
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You cannot do two things at once.

***You die because you don't know the rules***

But wait...

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

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







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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.

Magus said:
I buy the penne instead of the rigatoni.
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You put the penne in your cart. The rigatoni starts weeping because you don't love it. It then kills itself. The other pastas beat you up for bullying the rigatoni.

***You are killed by pasta.***

But wait...

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

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







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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.

GreenDisaster said:
Pick Up The Brunette and Aisle
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"What's this?" you think, "An aisle, blocking my way down this aisle? Not on my watch!"

You attempt to pick up the aisle. The aisle you are standing in. In a surprising turn of events, you actually do it, and are feeling rather pleased with yourself- things are starting to look up, and you start to think that maybe that psychic was being overly pessimistic about your certain death at some point today.

Yes, life is good, you think, holding the aisle above your head- unfortunately (and entirely predictably) at that point Sir Isaac Newton rushes into the aisle- that is, the same one which you are holding above your head and standing in- and starts screaming at you about the nature of the physical universe and how you are the son of a whoremonger. Perturbed, you back away, but, alas, too late- you accidentally step off the aisle, plummet six feet and land hard on your own foot. This causes you to drop the entire aisle on your own head, crushing you horribly underneath it.

The remaining shoppers continue down the now empty aisle.

Oh, and you never get to ask the brunette out.
*** You are filing a bug report to Unfocom ***

But wait...

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

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






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

On to the next aisle.

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

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

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
 
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