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For most of your life, you lacked a purpose - a goal. You wandered aimlessly, staying alive but never actually living.

But then, suddenly, in the middle of this aisle, right next to the telephone booth, a divine revelation struck. The mist in your head has finally parted, and a glorious light - a certain, wondrous knowledge - has flooded in. The haze of uncertainties and petty concerns melts away, revealing three great and unshakeable truths, and the mission that your entire life has been leading up to.

Your mouth is full of cockroaches.

Many of them are dead, but those that aren't are throwing up on you, and on each other.

And you must remove them as quickly and as discreetly as possible.

So, releasing your grip on the shopping cart, you exert your tongue and throat muscles, and in a single joyous, ecstastic moment you propel the disgusting mass of cockroaches down your throat, and out of your mouth. And, for the first time in your entire life, you finally know true happiness.

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!