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How can there even be a shadow in a brightly lit supermarket like this?

You stare into the deep shadow of the telephone booth for a moment, recognizing something peculiar in the inky blackness and the sharp edges, the way it lies across the ground more real than real. A breath of sweet air, like spring, warms your skin.


The shadow flares as you set foot into it. The phone booth is to your left and the aisle is to your right, never mind the space that isn't there between them, and then never mind anything because blackness has taken the world, never mind, never world, not even you, never you --





















-- and then an old guy smacks you in the behind, growling "C'mon! Move along! Quit hogging the aisle."

You look. The shadow is gone, and with it the sweet scent of springs long past. Deep inside you, a tiny flower that was once mighty sheds its final petal and withers away.

On to the next 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!