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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.

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!