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You make it through the regular take-out for your dinner and realize that you ended up spending way more of your paycheck than you should have. Now you're full, so maybe you won't go out tonight...well, at least not yet. Sitting around for a bit, it's Friday night, so you're sure something good will be on TV. Later on you can worry about going out.

You flip the channels and start to realize that even though you have something like 1,000 channels, there's really nothing on...nothing at all. You finally stop on some supposed reality show that's just made for laughs and embarrassing people. It's pretty bad, but you watch it all the same because it's better than watching re-runs of a game show from 20 years ago.

As you zone out, suddenly you hear a tapping on your window. Yes, you're on the fourth floor, but one of your living room windows faces the walkway/balcony that loops around the outside of one side of the apartment building. You figure it was probably just the kids from upstairs messing with you, but then you hear the tapping once again. You could just turn the TV up, but you could go see who it is.

You check it Out...

You look out the window and you see a man standing there in a long coat and dark hat. He stands in the shadows -- you swear there used to be a bright light there outside your window. He gestures for you to come to the door and waits.

You open the door a crack, and you hear an old, cracked voice say, "I came to pick you up. You're supposed to come with me." He turns and starts walking towards the stairs.
You walk across the sidewalks and towards your apartment. You can feel the heat coming off all the cars that got to park closer to the building than you did because of that traffic. Most of the cars here are older cars, some with dents and cracked windows, just like yours. You'll earn enough one day to get a better car, you're sure of it, just not any time soon.

You start up the stairs to your apartment. When you rented this place, the $200 discount for taking the fourth floor apartment seemed like a good idea. Of course, that was before you found out the apartment above you had kids, and you still had to walk up all these stairs because the elevator was at the other end of the building. Maybe you would win the lottery, then you could build your own house where you wanted it to be: and you weren't going to have any stairs in the entire house!

You unlock your apartment and step inside. The air is pretty stale, since the management makes you pay if you leave the A/C on all day. You know without looking that the refrigerator has nothing but some old catchup. But hey, you did get paid today, so you're going to order some take-out! Just before you get to the phone to place an order, the phone starts ringing.

You answer the phone...

You trudge over to the phone and pick it up. You say, "Road-kill grill: You kill 'em we grill 'em" (like you usually do). There is a moment of silence, then you hear a clearly computerized voice:

"Now is the time. The location is 841 South Dergible Road. Do you copy?"

You pause for a moment and wonder what this could be about. Finally you stutter, "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number."

The computerize voice replies, "No. This is a direct line. The message is clear: now is the time. The location is 841 Dergible Road. Again, do you copy?"

"I... I... I don't know what you're talking about."

"Repeating for the final time: now is the time. The location is 841 Dergible Road. Out."

The line immediately goes dead. You are standing in your living room, staring at a dead phone. You try to get the last number off the phone, but it doesn't show having received any call in the last two days. The address that was mentioned is only a few blocks from your apartment...
"Another day, another dollar," you think as you trudge out the door from your job. You really don't like working there, but at least they pay you...a little. Finally you've made it to the weekend, so you at least get to look forward to a couple days off from work.

You get in your car and drive out of the parking lot at work only to come to an almost immediate stop as you hit the traffic. It is like this every day, but Fridays are always the worst. You reach to turn the radio on, but then remember that you still haven't had time (or money) to get that fixed. You look out the window and just see the line of cars moving slowly...

Finally you get home, and you're hungry. You should have stopped for something on the way home, but you just wanted to get out of that traffic and out of the car. When you arrive at the apartment parking lot, you sigh when you realize that you're late, so everyone else will be parked in the good spots. You circle the building once before you give up and park in the "remote" lot. Hey, at least you're home and work is over.

As you trudge towards your apartment building, you see a small brown box sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, right near where you parked. Looking around, you don't see anyone else at the moment. You can't tell if the box was left there on purpose, or if someone accidentally left it behind.

You open up the box and look inside it...

You open the box and find a few items in it. There is nothing else in the box identifying the owner or source of the items.
You: "Nah, I'm not leaving without at least getting some answers out of the guys who forced me into this thing >.>"

Dani: "Well, you see, I understand your feelings and all, but you are lookin' for 4 people: The one who created the system, he never even knew he had done it and he wouldn't have used it again; the one who decided to use it to create this agency; the one who discovered the experiment could be done on you; and last but not least, the person who brought you here. You may or may not remember that the latter one is my sister. It ain't like I really like her, although I don't hate her either, but… I'm not letting ya kill her anyway :D"

You: "Oh, and what can some guy who only knows a lot of random things do to stop me? As in, the person who can anticipate any dangerous situation, from doing whatever I want to?"

Dani: "Apparently nothin', right? Thing is, you are cool in my opinion, even if back then I was kinda scared of your ability. So I must say it once more: Don't try anythin' stupid. But you're free to go find them if ya want, I doubt you'll find my sister anyway, so it wouldn't be that bad :D"

You choose a more radical approach to this thing

You: "Well, good for you. So… Good luck"

Dani: "Yeah… Same to you… Don't go after my sister first, will ya :D"

You: "O.o you are damn weird, you know… anyways, see you around"

 You get out of the room and run around the building for a while. You realize now that you didn't ask Dani about the location of any of your 4 targets, and you also realize that wasn't a smart move. Well, entering some office and interrogating whoever is inside it will probably be enough to find that out. Once you are in front of an office that seems to be currently occupied, you hear an explosion and an alarm goes off.

You: 'Shit, Dani must have done something >.< And what the hell do I do now?' "AAAAAAARRRGGG!!!!" *running around some halls*"

 Suddenly, you feel really tired. Like, you literally faint.

 You wake up not knowing where are you, or who the hell are you, or how did you end up here anyway. You are told that you are the latest member of some elite group, and you'll be a memeber of this group until you die or they let you go.

 You'll never know that the reason you are alive right now and serving these guys instead of simply dead is a note Dani left near the place he had blown with some explosive device:

"Hi, I brought the guy I got out of here back (mainly because he didn't feel like helping me destroy your twisted system in a quiet way). He doesn't remember a thing about me. Actually, he doesn't remember anything at all. So he's not worth killing, I tell you. Besides, he is a cool guy with some nice skill :D"

 Well, if you don't think about the manipulation being done on you (and you can't really do it, since you don't know about it), at least you are working in a pretty interesting organization. It's not too bad of an ending for you, even if there are better ones out there

END
"Whatever, I'm freaking out for nothing. Screw him if he's following me, let him run and chase me and interrogate me if that's his intention", you think as you keep walking. 

 For some reason I think you wouldn't have thought that way before having your memories erased. I'm not sure what would you have thought, but not that, certainly; whatever, let's go back to the interesting thing.

 You reach the Police Department with no problems at all, so you suppose your "pursuer" simply happened to have the same route as you. After some minutes thinking on what the hell are you going to tell the police officer in front of you, and noticing that you don't even have a wallet or some sort of identification, or money, or ANYTHING (except for a cool-looking lighter stored in your right pocket), you decide a serious approach will be the best way to finish this. Problem is, taking "a serious approach" is complicated in your current position:

You: "Hi, do you think you could you help me with some problem I have?"

She: "What is it?"

You: "Thing is… I'm really… disoriented… I've woken up in a house I didn't know, with no identifications or anything, and I can't remember anything about myself. The owner of the place didn't recognize me, but he suggested I came here"

She: "Well… Eh… I think it's the first time I've heard something like that. Be honest: Are you on drugs and/or alcohol?"

You: "O.o… No, not that I can remember… Why does everyone ask me that question?"

 After a while, she informs you that they have no reports of any missing person who might fit your description. She also says that an investigation to find out who are you may start if you wish so, and while they are at it you could go see a psychiatrist or they could give you a new, temporal identity and some money so you can go and do something useful, you fucking junkie (alright, she doesn't use those words, but that's the impression you get, anyways)

You get a new identity until the investigation is over

You think the prospect of answering random questions a man asks you sounds too similar to going back to school for your liking, so you accept a new identity and the police lends you a crappy spare room they have in the department (until you find something better or die, probably).

 They suggest you ask for a job at some places marked in a list titled (although crossed out now) "local businessmen who employ ex-cons". None of them sound particularly appealing to you, so you close your eyes and randomly choose one, which happens to be some "scrap metal" business

 You know, maybe the salary isn't great (it's around the same amount as the one you pay monthly for your newly acquired crappy apartment), but removing pieces of cars is funny, and after some time you might have learned enough to get a new job at a better place, a workshop or something. Well, that'll depend entirely on you and how much does this thing really interest you.

 Of course, the police never found out anything about who were you supposed to be. But hey, you can't really miss something you can't remember, right?

END
This man clearly wants to get rid of you, so 5 minutes later you have been given clear instructions to reach the closest police department, being wished "good luck" and had the door locked right behind you as you left the flat.

 You walk towards the police department as fast as you can because the whole "I can't remember a thing" is freaking you out. Wait, maybe the thing that's freaking you out is that man dressed in a dark blue suit who is following you. Isn't he?

 "Damn, someone traded my memories for a DAMN MENTAL ILLNESS CALLED PARANOIA", you think

You stop and run back to face your possible pursuer

You turn around and walk up to the dark-blue-suited man, who at this particular moment seemed to be really interested in the clothes of a random shop.

You: "Hey, why are you following me?"

He: "Hmm now that you mention it… yes, I've been following you"

You: "Damn, I've already noticed that, now can you answer my question and tell me why?"

He: "Well… the fact that you are here talking to me instead of running away implies that you don't remember us. Which puts me in a moral dilemma because, you know, I've been sent to kill you because you escaped our operation base knowing who we are. But it's obvious you don't really know it. But shit, I've just told you that…"

You: "wait, what? O.o"

He: "Ah, shit, I'll have to kill you"

You punch him in the face and Try to escape

You punch him and turn to run as fast as you can to try getting him off your heels

 Your move apparently caught him off-guard, and this has given you a small distance, but you should choose where to go to, quickly.

 You may try running straight ahead the street you are at, which is pretty big and crowded, hoping the man will not start shooting everything on sight to get you, or turning to one of the smaller streets left, with less people and probably better places to hide at

You run down the main street

You run. You run like a damn paranoid being escaping from some unknown thing… wait, that's pretty much what you are.

 Your follower has apparently gotten lost somewhere on the way. Good for you (I guess)
You punch him and turn to run as fast as you can to try getting him off your heels

 Your move apparently caught him off-guard, and this has given you a small distance, but you should choose where to go to, quickly.

 You may try running straight ahead the street you are at, which is pretty big and crowded, hoping the man will not start shooting everything on sight to get you, or turning to one of the smaller streets left, with less people and probably better places to hide at

You try the side streets

Well, that was a bad move. Sure they were smaller streets, but since there weren't enough people complicating his task, the suited man managed to follow you all the way to a dead end where no one else was present, shooting you dead right there without any more ceremonies

Ouch :(

END
Well you didn't get to be a basement dweller by being adventurous so you read the instructions first. Good thing too, there' a bunch of safety precautions to the car. Namely due to the extremely high levels of asbestos in the car, going in it without a hazmat suit would be fatal. Fortunately you just happen to have one. Unfortunately you only have one, which means that any lady that's remotely impressed by it won't be able to get in the thing without dying shortly thereafter. So unless you plan on becoming a necrophiliac, you have to come up with a new plan. (Though becoming a necrophiliac is plan B)

As you're suiting up, you think about how you're going to impress possible ladies with the car, without actually letting them get in it. You got it! A stunt! Chicks like daredevils right?

You got a bunch of compost in the backyard, A LOT. You get the idea to take that compost and put it in the middle of the street, set it on fire and then drive through it!

Enthusiastically you start grabbing compost and going through with your plan. It probably would've been a better idea to at least use a fuckin' SHOVEL on the compost instead of picking it up with your fuckin' hands you silly motherfucker. Oh well at least you're wearing a hazmat suit

Anyway you smell REALLY awful and you've just made the entire block smell that way too, when you light it on fire. This act has finally come to the attention of all the neighbors who are giving you holy hell about it.

"Jesus fucking Christ! It smells like a dead bum who just sprayed diarrhea on himself during a heat wave!" one of them shouts.

An angry mob is starting to form…

You calm the mob down

You attempt to calm the mob down; by saying this'll be the coolest stunt ever! The mob disagrees and proceeds to disagree with you in a physical way!

They smash you in the head with a few bricks and frog stomp you, then they take some of the compost (Using a shovel) and cover you with shit.

Then they proceed to destroy your car. The jokes on them though! By pounding and beating on the car they cause a lot of asbestos flakes and dust to go flying into the air which they breathe in, since there's a lot of heavy breathing going on. (It IS a tiring job after all)

They all eventually get cancer from breathing in this toxic substance and die.

Of course you don't get any enjoyment from any of this, because you're in a coma.
The car! You gotta get the car! As much as you don't fit in to society, you still have urges, and even you think that having a real life girl would be better than wackin' it every once in awhile You figure you might get a girlfriend if you get a car. After all chicks like cars right?

Not so fast there, asbestos boy. You gotta buy it first and a few other people seem to have the same "great idea" you have.
Eventually the bidding war is won by you, for an even $5000. There goes all the money you have in the world.

You're probably going to have to sell your prized Harlequin Baby Art Collection to make that money back, but who can put a price on the endless supply of pussy you'll be getting from this cool car?

Eventually the car arrives outside your house along with keys and an instruction booklet on your doorstep saying "READ ME FIRST!" on the front cover.

Guess they really want you to read the instructions first.

You go check out the car

You figure you can read the instructions later, you decide to check out the car first. The whole point of buying the car was to impress women so you're in a hurry to do that.

The car is a nice white gray color and looks like a 50s type car. It's so well designed that you almost can't tell that it's made out of asbestos. You get in the car and breathe deeply to get that new car smell.

And promptly fall over dead!

Asbestos causes cancer you fuckin' moron and your car is overflowing with the stuff! Well the only good thing is it was so toxic that the "sickness process" was accelerated by 200 and killed you instantly.
You decide to buy more useless shit. You can never have enough, you fuckin' obsessed pack rat.

Okay well some of this shit isn't useless, and might even do you some good. Certain items catch your eye.

You see a car that's made completely out of asbestos! How cool would that be? You could drive through fire and be none the worse for wear! True you rarely go out anymore, but maybe this would be the thing that could do it!

You see a bomb shelter for sale made of xentronium armor. Could be useful in these dangerous times we live in and it'll definitely provide you more protection than the basement.

There's a small island made of Styrofoam in the middle of the ocean. It says it's held together by hemp. While you've never been one for the beaches and sun, you wonder if you could rent it out some how. Maybe movie producers would pay you to use it or something.

Actually perhaps something more practical might be good, there's some toilet paper for sale. You know you always need that!

Finally, you see a building for sale; it doesn't really give a description. It just says "Generic Gray Building" It might be a good thing to invest in since you're getting tired of hearing your Mom's moans of ecstasy at night when she's masturbating with her 400 horse powered vibrator. A place of your own might be in order.

You buy the bomb shelter! Duck and cover!

Erm, it's like $500,000. You can't buy it, because you're too damn poor. Even if you sold all your stuff you still wouldn't have enough. Your Mom might have it, but you'd have to beg for it and your Mom's usually not pleased with you at the best of times.

You beg Mom

You beg Mom for money, but she's in no mood to listen to you. In fact she's pretty pissed off at you even thinking that she'd go for this idea.

You REALLY want that bomb shelter though. You NEED it. You know the END is coming soon, so you decide to do something desperate.

You threaten your mom in exchange for money

You grab your Limited Edition Red Ryder BB Gun and attempt to threaten mom in a less than effective manner. She doesn't know whether to slap you or laugh at you at this point.

"Boy, I hope you've been doing some good drugs to excuse this behavior because I'm this close to throwing your ass out, you're lucky I haven't done it sooner." She replies.
"Mom, if you know what's good for you, you better gimme what I want! The end is coming soon and I need that money to save us!" you say still pointing your gun at her.

Your Mom is silent for a moment and then speaks.

"Well since you put it that way…"

Mom wasn't in the marines to sit around and look pretty. She easily disarms you, punches you in both eyes, kicks you in the nuts three times and throws you out of the house!

As you lay in the gutter pondering your poor judgment, you think "The joke's on her, here come the bombs now!"

You and 3/4ths of the Earth's population are vaporized in a nuclear fireball death.
You beg Mom for money, but she's in no mood to listen to you. In fact she's pretty pissed off at you even thinking that she'd go for this idea.

You REALLY want that bomb shelter though. You NEED it. You know the END is coming soon, so you decide to do something desperate.

You offer your mom sex in exchange for money

Uh…no. That doesn't happen! (Sicko!)

Instead of THAT, you just beg you Mom harder for the money. Out of pity and to stop your whining, she gives you the money from her Swiss bank account and you buy the bomb shelter. You receive the location and keys soon afterwards

Soon just before the nuclear bombs start dropping, you and your Mom head to the shelter where you remain safe and live for years. Over the years naturally you and Mom become very close and begin to look at each other with greater intimacy and fall in love until one day…

(Okay, so it DID happen, but it was for love, not money!)

Eventually you and your Mom emerge from the bomb shelter and repopulate the Earth with your mutant children and found an empire that brings order to this hostile wasteland.
Erm, it's like $500,000. You can't buy it, because you're too damn poor. Even if you sold all your stuff you still wouldn't have enough. Your Mom might have it, but you'd have to beg for it and your Mom's usually not pleased with you at the best of times.

You buy it anyway despite the fact that you don't have the means!

You clear your mind, and ignore the common sense part of your brain that states you don't have enough money to do that…sonofabitch it works! You buy the bomb shelter which magically appears right outside your house. It suddenly occurs to you though, that you have a VERY powerful gift…

You begin to clear your mind of every law (natural and man made) you've ever been taught. You are able to do amazing things! You can walk over a cliff and not fall, since you don't "know" about gravity! You can breathe underwater, since you don't "know" about oxygen! You begin to create things out of thin air, with just the will of your mind! You start to change the world and people marvel at your abilities and you become as a GOD, and it's all thanks to ignorance!

Until one day someone says, "Hey you can't do that." And it suddenly occurs to you that you can't, and that's when it ALL comes crashing down.

Fortunately you had a bomb shelter to hide in during the apocalypse that happened soon afterwards. With the world destroyed you have a lot of time to think about what you did. You decide to try to make things right, starting with clearing your mind again in an attempt to "recreate" the world. It doesn't work though. You spend the rest of your days eating spam in your bomb shelter.