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You quickly go to YouTube on your laptop and watch your own videos. You look at the views for each one and realize that you are the only one that watches your videos. You sigh and close the window, knowing that you couldn't even make an entertaining video if your life depended on it! You start to continue shopping, but you trip and fall into the phone booth. Since the phone booth has no floor, you fall.

And fall.

And fall some more. For an extremely long time.

Finally, you hit the ground and, miraculously, survive the impact. You get up and look around. You see skulls hanging from a ceiling, with words written on them like "BAD GAMER", "CD-i", and "CLINTON CAMPAIGN".

"Where am I?" you say out loud in the spirit of overused lines.

"You are in the Purgatory of Horrible YouTube Videos!" a devilish figure shouts. "You have been sentenced here for watching your own videos and thinking that they are good. Now you must pay by BEING FORCED TO WATCH HORRIBLE VIDEOS FOR ALL OF ETERNITY!! (And for a few days after that.)"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" you yell.

"YEEEEEEEEEEES!" he figure answers. "Now shut up and log on."

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!