Feeling spritely, you strike up some raw nerves.
Your room mate is spontaneous and rather unpredictable, making them a formidable opponent-- one you simply can't resist challenging.
They are slightly taller, but otherwise around the same size. Though, by past experience, you know that they are very disciplined and know how to fight. They have a slight upperhand over your rough housing experience.
"Enough!" They screech. Your prodding has done the trick. At first, you think they might lunge over the counter and end the fight quickly with their hands wrapped around your throat. There they would leave you, unconscious on the kitchen floor.
But they don't lunge all the way over the counter.
They knock over the knife block and draw the meat cleaver. And then they come for you.
As they run around the counter, you leap over, your heart pounding and your bravery frayed.
They can't be serious? They don't really mean to kill you, do they?!
The next thirty seconds pass like hours as you jockey about your apartment until they've got you cornered, a rabid wilderness blazing under their skin.
"Think about this!" You hiss desperately, but there is no point in reasoning now.
They lunge in one smooth movement and swipe the cleaver down upon your neck, sinking it to your collarbone. Unable to carve your head off in one go, they draw the blade back as you stumble, a bloody mess.
Weakened, shocked, vulnerable.
They swing again.
Again.
Again.
Until your head rolls at their feet.
Game Over
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Futile Trials
AdventureThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
