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You attempt to wonder aloud what's so serious about a tank rampage. Unfortunately a rabid raccoon takes this opportunity to stick its muzzle in your open mouth and eat your tongue. Eeew!

You choke and gag as blood pours out of the large wound previously housing your tongue. Even the officer winces in sympathy and quickly pulls out a sterotypical Luger pistol and blows your brains out.

You respawn in a ergonomically designed pod. A tiny window directly in front of your face reveals a starry sky spinning drunkly. Occasionally a starship comes into view and goes out of view again. After what seems like fifteen years the starship blooms into a large explosion. No sound or shockwave reaches your pod, protected by the vast distance.

The radio crackles and a gruff voice says, "Any escape pods out there?"

Unconfirmed