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SELECT YOUR DESTINY BOOK #8 - VIDEO GAME VOODOO!


The secret to this mysterious mystery lies somewhere within the hairy fellow chewing on the plane. But what is it? You don your thinking cap and ponder this sub-mystery a moment, tapping your chin and mumbling to yourself to let the audience know you're really concentrating. You scan the gremlin intently, to the point where the creature starts to blush. That in itself is unusual, and a little off-putting, but there must be something more. Thinking... thinking... there!

TO THE CRIME LAB!

Aha! A hair sample caught in the suspect's matte fur. This could be the key to finding out who put you in this strange video game world. Better take it back to the lab.

... Wait a minute. This is crazy. There's no crime lab, and you're certainly no detective. You're stuck on the wing of a plane with some bizarre creature, and you need to calm down and just accept that. Blathering on with crazy ideas like going to some lab aren't helping the situa-oh wait, there's a door.

The Twlight Zone?

The emergency door on the plane has transformed into some kind of doorway to another dimension. Or something. I'm not psychic. The sudden appearance of the doorway doesn't deter you, nor does the fact that the door is a few feet beyond the edge of the wing. You grab your furry companion (a companion that's furry, not a furry who is your companion, just so we're clear) and sling him into the doorway before taking the plunge yourself.

Most labs are even messier than this. Especially meth labs.

You have been transported to a lab. You can't say what type of lab it is, but you see microscopes and a bearded guy with glasses, so you're sure your needs will be fulfilled. You get the attention of the lab tech and tell him that you need to have the strange hair examined. He walks over to the creature and carefully grabs the hair with some tweezers. You hear a distinct "poink" sound, and you get the feeling something terrible is about to happen.

DAMNED RED-EYE CAMERA SHOTS!

Well, you're right about that much. It turns out that the small black hair on the creature's chest was actually just a single, disgusting hair growing out of a mole mercifully hidden beneath the creature's thick fur. He is not happy about the hair's removal. You make a break for it, but the creature grabs you by the ankles and proceeds to bludgeon the lab tech to death with your flailing body. As you are repeatedly flung up into the air and brought back down on the lab tech's twitching form, you catch a glimpse of the red bar overhead gradually growing smaller. You are almost thankful when it finally disappears, and you lose consciousness.

DEATH BY STUPIDITY, IS THAT CONSIDERED SUICIDE? START OVER!!!


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