Grab the Odd Revolver

Passing up the opportunity to whine to Johnny takes every fiber of willpower you have, but there are slightly more important issues at hand then the opportunity to yank your favorite British man's chain. You grab the gun and wait for something to happen.

Disappointingly, nothing does happen. The gun, while oddly designed, is nothing more then a revolver. Good for killing six people. Or six animals, or punching six bullet shaped holes in things. Or whatever. Hard luck, dude.

Sadly, your luck is about to become even harder, because the PETA workers have just finished their scary campfire spell of doom. This results in the tofu god being summoned, who quickly nukes your little bunker into non-existence. Your final lucid thought: "That Ima Robot concert last week was really sweet."

You respawn a comfortable chair, in a fancy hotel suite.

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