Destined for Death

The world’s ending. Oceans have swallowed the coasts, society's in freefall, and your survival instincts are about to be tested. No rules, no mercy—just choices. Grab a pen if you’re feeling nostalgic. Otherwise, a bloody finger will do.

Question 1:The oceans have swallowed the coast, and you’re up to your knees in sewage-flavored seawater. Do you:

·       A) Build a raft out of discarded pool noodles. (Go to Question 2)

·       B) Climb to the roof of the Bass Pro Shop and declare yourself supreme overlord. (Go to Question 3)

Question 2:Your pool noodle raft is dissolving faster than your optimism, but you spot a floating cooler. Do you:

·       A) Paddle to it and hope for snacks. (Go to Question 4)

·       B) Let it drift away—lest it be full of heads. (Go to Question 5)

Question 3:The Bass Pro Shop roof is packed with other survivors fighting over a single fishing rod. Do you:

·       A) Challenge them to a deathmatch. (Go to Question 5)

·       B) Swipe a kayak and some jerky while they’re distracted. (Go to Question 4)

Question 4:The sun’s turning you into a human raisin, and the only shade is under a billboard that says, "Eat Bugs! They’re the Future!" Do you:

·       A) Chow down on crunchy beetle snacks. (Go to Outcome 1)

·       B) Refuse, and start singing an ode to pizza. (Go to Outcome 2)

Question 5:A rival gang demands your supplies. Do you:

·       A) Offer them your stash of expired energy bars in exchange for peace. (Go to Outcome 3)

·       B) Challenge their leader to an arm-wrestling match. Winner takes all. (Go to Outcome 4)

Outcomes:

Outcome 1:Bug Bistro Boss. Congrats! You survived by embracing a menu of crunchy critters. Sure, you’re alive, but your breath’s a biological weapon, and no one’s inviting you to their raft parties.

Outcome 2:Pizza Poet. Heatstroke hasn’t killed you yet, but you’re quoting Shakespeare to a volleyball named Chad. At least Chad doesn’t judge your sonnets.

Outcome 3:Bass-topia Tyrant. You traded your snacks and cemented your reign as king/queen of "Bass-topia," the rooftop empire. Heads on pikes send a clear message: "Don’t mess with the kayak royalty."

Outcome 4:Arm-Wrestling Champ. You crushed their leader (literally and figuratively) in the ultimate test of strength. Now they call you "The Fist" and follow your every command—for now.