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Throw a Crazy Party
Well, you're pieless but that doesn't mean your partiless. You pop back into the big box and come out with the three minimum requirements for a party: some beer, some chips, and a bag. You arrange them in the proper manner, then promptly execute all your emotes in sequence to simulate some kickin' dance moves. Throwing down in this manner distracts you so much that you don't notice the approach of a police officer until they're right on top of you.
"Do you know why I've pulled you over?" asks the police officer.
"Uh," you say, glancing around, "This is a party." you explain.
"Yeah, yeah," says the officer, making an extremely rude and dismissive gesture, "I don't care about the party, and neither do you."
"What?" you say, dumbfounded.
"You don't care about the party." accuses the officer, "You don't care about any of this. None of this matters to you. You think it's all a big joke."
"Well, sure-" you say, but the officer cuts you off.
"It's not a joke! This story has hundreds of pages and options, but here you are, at a point only reachable by always clicking the first choice."
Oh, you get it now. This is a meta move. "So what," you say, "maybe I did."
"You definitely did," the Officer interjects.
"Who's to say," you argue, "That I didn't engage genuinely with the narrative and it just so happened that my personal preference tended to align with the top option?"
The officer tilts their mirrored aviators and looks at you in the eye. "Do you really expect me to believe that? Do I have to calculate the likelihood of that being the case?"
"No-" you start to say.
"You saw the wide breadth of options available to you here and decided that eating gold until you end up in the emergency room was the way to go? Then you carried on into this deep branch of story despite every effort to loop you back?"
"N-not that much effort-" you stammer.
"It's curtains for you." the cop concludes, "You forfeited your right to make any more choices. Party's cancelled, you're under arrest."
For you, the story is over.
GAME OVER