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Digging power, activate!

A man with a trowel appears and begins to very gradually excavate the patch of ground you are stood on. You look on what you have created, and see that it is good.

Several years later you return to the aisle to find there is a trench hundreds of feet deep in front of the phonebooth with a ladder running into it. Too intrigued to resist, you clamber down into it. For hours, hand over hand you descend, starting to notice a definite heating coming from below you. Finally you emerge into an enormous cavern. You drop off the ladder onto the stone floor and look around you. At first you seem to be alone, but then you notice a tiny movement in the shadows. Your pulse racing, you advance, and then, awesome to behold, a terrible figure steps out of the shadows, and you realise the terrible truth:

The world is run from deep underground by a race of mutated Jehovah's Witnesses

Your screams do not reach the surface...

You feel so powerful after picking up that mysterious phone booth and the bottom of the aisle with it. The woman loves you now, your wallet is suddenly filled with cash, and your acne has cleared up forever!

That's right:

*** You have won ***








































Oh no! It turns out that was just some aliens playing a trick on you from their flying saucer!

Whilst your rosy sense of achievement has distracted you, they have taken the opportunity to quickly suck out your gastric juices with a telescopic bendy straw! In other words, you just lost The Game.

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.


Your move:

*Secret option!
Super-secret option!
Double super-secret option!