get lost

You have died.

Forty-odd-thousand points attempt to award themselves to you, but after each poking you once with a stick (forty-odd-thousand total pokes), they awkwardly shuffle off and award themselves instead to a nearby stray cat.

You are floating down a long tunnel. It seems as though you are riding the wind like a particle of dust, but after comparing yourself with the other particles, you realize you are the wind, and they are the ones riding you. There is a light at the end, shining brightly. A deep, smooth voice calls out to you... undoubtedly to ease your fears. Surely to explain what will happen next. You concentrate hard, trying to compress the air molecules into bowl shapes to collect and amplify the sound to a comprehendible level. It says...

"HEY. HEY YOU. WITH THE HOOK."

what do you do?

1. go into the light

laura reimer