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You go up the aisle, up a bit more, down the aisle, down a bit more, turn left, turn right, turn left again, turn right again, jump, and punch!

Congratulations! You have walked the super secret code! Suddenly, 30 clones of yourself spring into existence around you!


Your significant other is astounded when thirty-one identical people arrive back at the apartment three hours later with two hundred bags of groceries. Number seventeen explains that the reason you're late is because you could only drive yourself home five-at-a-time, and the traffic was really bad both ways.

You're then told that, late as it is, the bed only has room for four people at most, and the lounge has only two couches. So here you are, in a sterile motel bed, still wearing your work clothes, sandwiched between number four and number eleven, and you've just discovered, to your horror, that you snore.

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!