Slit his throat?
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You slide the cold blade across his fat neck. A spray of blood warms your chest and turns your white t-shirt to a violent crimson. You stare at the dead man for a moment as he writhes and gurgles his last breath. Your adrenaline haze is broken by a cry of "Holy shit!" from one of the thugs that snaps you back into the moment. You look up in time to see the thugs beating a hasty retreat back down the alleyway. The girl quickly picks herself up and takes off toward the main street brushing past you as she runs by. You look down at the bloody knife in your hand and again at your bloodstained shirt. You hear the familiar cry of police sirens in the distance. Should you: | You slide the cold blade across his fat neck. A spray of blood warms your chest and turns your white t-shirt to a violent crimson. You stare at the dead man for a moment as he writhes and gurgles his last breath. Your adrenaline haze is broken by a cry of "Holy shit!" from one of the thugs that snaps you back into the moment. You look up in time to see the thugs beating a hasty retreat back down the alleyway. The girl quickly picks herself up and takes off toward the main street brushing past you as she runs by. You look down at the bloody knife in your hand and again at your bloodstained shirt. You hear the familiar cry of police sirens in the distance. Should you: | ||
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| + | [[Run After The Thugs]] | ||
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| + | [[Run After The Girl]] | ||
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| + | [[Ditch Your Bloody Shirt and Knife]] | ||
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| + | [[Wait For The Cops To Explain What Happened]] | ||
Revision as of 19:08, 2 January 2007
You slide the cold blade across his fat neck. A spray of blood warms your chest and turns your white t-shirt to a violent crimson. You stare at the dead man for a moment as he writhes and gurgles his last breath. Your adrenaline haze is broken by a cry of "Holy shit!" from one of the thugs that snaps you back into the moment. You look up in time to see the thugs beating a hasty retreat back down the alleyway. The girl quickly picks herself up and takes off toward the main street brushing past you as she runs by. You look down at the bloody knife in your hand and again at your bloodstained shirt. You hear the familiar cry of police sirens in the distance. Should you:
