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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.

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!