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.