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Your fragile body is shattered by the amazing pressure and everything goes black. For a long time, or maybe for no time at all, your consciousness floats through a dark and cold place. Eventually your consciousness's face bumps up against something hard and your consciousness's eyes see distant murky light. Maybe, actually, it's just you floating someplace cold and under water.

You push on the hard thing and it comes loose in your grasp. Some kind of steel grate. Then you move toward the murky light which thankfully turns out to be the surface rather than the afterlife.

You appear to have emerged into a decorative fountain in the middle of some kind of college campus. You're completely soaked, so you step into the nearby college bookstore to make use of a stack of college-themed beach towels.

While you abuse their inventory to wring the filthy fountain water from your adventuring robes you can't help but overhear the conversation that's keeping the store's attendants busy. A young man is shouting at the young lady behind the counter.

"I just spent fifty dollars on this stupid software package!" he angrily states. "Because it was needed in class today! But you failed to mention that the books I've been waiting to get from you for two weeks contained it for free! So now I've got two copies of the same software, which considering that it's specialized for the course, I'll never be able to use again, and I'm fifty dollars in the hole!" His eyes burn with a horrible rage you have never seen before. "All I want, Mrs. Register Lackey, is to return one of these software packages. Is that so hard?"

The lady's expression never changes. "Can't do it," she says in a boring monotone. "No returns on software, even if it's still shrink wrapped."

Fascinating! Maybe you should continue to follow these events! Or not.

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