Tuesday, April 22, 2014


(Restart Story)

Mr. Anderson's fists lunge towards your face. In what appears to be the blink of an eye, you grab his right wrist, then his left. Squeezing with all your might, you twist each as hard as you can.

There is an audible *SNAP* as you break his bones.


Anderson falls to the floor in a crumpled heap, whimpering like a newborn. Tears stream down his face. His now useless hands flap around aimlessly at his sides.

(A) Finish him off

(B) Address the class with a victory speech

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