On one typical day, you wake up. Tired and still sleepy, you look around your room. Obviously, you are sitting on your comfy bed, and are wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Light is shining through the window next to your bed, there's a simple closet in the room, a wooden floor, and a door leading to unknown places.
[[Open the door]] You open the door, and step into your typical-looking dining room and kitchen. Feeling hungry, you open up the fridge and eat some random stuff, most likely leftovers. You then go into your bathroom and take a shower after which you just brush your teeth. Suddenly, there's a knock at your front door. Curious, you go and answer your door. "Hello?" A man responds. "Knock, knock," he says as he takes out a pistol and points it at you. He's wearing a dark trench coat, and dark jeans as well as dark boots with dark gloves.
You jerk back and put your hands up above your head. "Hands up, I just need cash. Gimme some. A couple hundred will do, I don't need anymore. You give me the money, and no one gets hurt." Being a person with some familiarity with guns, you recognize it to be a Beretta M9.
[[Tackle him and knock him out]]
[[Stall him and make a run for it out your back door]]
[[Say no and abruptly close the door on him]] Feeling exceptionally brave and motivated, you take a quick deep breath and attempt to tackle him. Unfortunately, he seems to have anticipated this, so he side steps out of the way, and sticks out his leg, tripping you. You trip and fall, and he sticks his gun on your head, asking, "You gonna show me the money?"
[[Yes!]] "Can you wait here while I get the money?" you ask. "Nice try. I won't fall for an obvious trick like that." he responds. "Now where is the money, or do I have to shoot you?" "Shoot me and you'll never get your money," you say. He responds with a shrug. "Or I could shoot you right now and just rob someone else that's willing to give me money, or search your whole house." Now feeling a bit less confident and nervous, you keep talking, but you can't decide on what to say.
[["Look, a cop is right behind you!"]]
[["I'm an ex-wrestler, you don't want to mess with me!"]]
[["Alright, I'll show you the money."]]
The man then walks away, discouraged, but goes and tries to rob someone else. You pretend to forget the whole thing, not wanting any new enemies and continue on your daily routine.
[[Start]] "Alright, fine with me, I'll just rob someone else." he responds. He then pulls the trigger, killing you instantly, and casually walks away.
You are dead.
[[Start]] You motion for him to follow you, and enter your bedroom. Inside your room, you suddenly remember that you had a 12 gauge shotgun hidden somewhere here, and your safe inside your closet.
[[Get the shotgun]]
[[Open the safe for him]] You remember that the shotgun is hidden under your bed pillow, and say, "Um. I keep all my money in a case under my pillow. Just in case or something. Can I get a few minutes to retrieve it?" He grunts and shrugs. "Sure." Nervous, you quickly get your shotgun and spin on your heel to quickly turn around and face him. "DROP THAT GUN OR YOU'RE DEAD!" "Oh really? I could just kill you right now and search the whole house for your money. And are you sure that that gun is loaded?" "I'll show you it's loaded if you don't drop that weapon. Plus, are you sure your own gun is loaded?" you respond.
He dosen't respond, but instead advances forward. He comes so close you can hear him breathing. He turns out to be a couple inches taller than you, and you have an average height. "Drop your weapon. I don't want to shoot," he says through gritted teeth, looking down at you. You say, "Fine. I'll drop it." You slowly drop you weapon, one hand raised in the air, but halfway through dropping, it, you suddenly tackle the man. He falls down, surprised, and you get the butt of your shotgun and repeatedly hit him with it on the head until he becomes unconcious.
A small trickle of blood comes out of his mouth, and onto your hands, but you wipe it away onto your shorts. You run downstairs and grab the phone, phoning the police. They recieve your call and situation and say that they'll be there in a couple of minutes. You breathe a sigh of relief, and go upstairs to check on him. As you walk into the room, you feel something cold against your head and stop.
"You thought Alexi here could be beaten easily, eh? Not today my friend, not today," the stranger says, revealing a slight Russian accent. He then unloads and full clip into you and walks away, dropping his gun near you, still dazed. You, on the other hand, had fallen onto your back with gallons of blood spilling everywhere.
When the police get there, after breaking down the door and searching the house, they only find you. They see a dead man with a Beretta M9 near him and rule it as suicide, despite multiple gun wounds to your head, not being able to find any other explanation. There's also a 12 gauge shotgun near him, but they think he just had trouble choosing which weapon to use.
[[Start]] You open up your closet and open the small secret door inside your closet. Inside that not-so-secret anymore door, you take out your safe and open it, entering the combination. Inside, is a decent amount of money, just in case of anything. The stranger then slowly grins, and says, "Well, nice meeting you, but sorry, you're gonna have to die. No hard feelings." Your face fills with surprise and turns white.
"Wai-" As you're about to say that last 't', he fires his gun right into your head and you collapse, blood spilling everywhere. Weak, and 99% dead, you reach a trembling hand towards him and say, "t." Then you become 100% dead.
[[Start]] "Sure, but I have the only gun here. Do you want to test your skills against a gun?" he responds. You don't respond, but instead cowardly make a run for it to your back door. He gives chase, shooting at you. They all miss for some reason as you ge to the back door and open it. You enter your garden, and hop the small fence. The stranger is not far behind, still shooting bullets that are guided by god, all wonderfully missing.
You think, *Oh I'm going to go to church every Sunday after this.* Finally as you're both running on the sidewalk, towards who knows where, a bullet connects into your leg. *Guess my luck just ran out,* you think. The stranger comes up to you, tired and breathing hard. He then proceeds to unload his clip into you randomly anywhere at your body, then runs away swiftly. You slowly fall asleep, but this time, it's forever.
Luckily, some neighbors witnessed the shooting and it was ruled as a murder and starts being investigated.
[[Start]][[Yes!]] He dosen't believe it for a second and snickers. "Do you really expect me to believe that? Really? I was born educated you know." But sure enough, there is acutally the daily patrolman patrolling your neighborhood behind him who pulls out his own pistol, a Glock 22, and points it at the stranger, shouting, "Freeze! Drop the weapon and put your hands up, where I can see 'em!"
The stranger's face is full of surprise and whirls around, dropping his gun, and raising his hands. You take this opportunity to get away and close the door. A few minutes later, another cop arrives and knocks on your door. You reluctantly open it, and it turns out you have to go to the police station to awnser some questions as a witness (the stranger got arrested by the way).
You have lived! Congratulations!