> LET OUT A SPERSONIC AUTISTIC SCREECHYou let out a mighty screech, obliterating everything within 50 miles. That includes you, your grandfather, your boss, the robots, and Uncle Jay (no relation).*** You have died. GAME OVER. ***
Gloria the Glorious is still alive, and without you or your grandfather to stop her, she continues her revolution unchallenged. Gloria the Glorious would later have her revolution come to a crashing halt years later when the remnants of humanity, desperate to end all the fighting, decided to drop nuclear missiles on themselves.
Reloading autosave...> RUN AWAY TO THE NEAREST GAY CLUBYou take off in a random direction, pursued by Uncle Jay. Your grandfather takes this opportunity to nail him in the back with several Plasma Rifle shots, but Jay still remains standing. As you run further and further away, Jay turns his attention to your grandfather instead and lunges at him with his cybernetic entrepreneur staff raised high, but your grandfather simply shoots it out of his hands.
Five minutes of running away have elapsed. No sign of a gay club.
Ten minutes of running. Still nothing.
Fifteen minutes. There's something on the horizon!
Twenty minutes. There's a gay club in the middle of nowhere! Convenient!
You stand outside the gay club. Two bouncers stand aside as a large number of people move in a single-file line into the club. Loud music is playing inside. Some guy is handing out flyers for something.> _
Your inventory contains a phone.
You are wearing boxers.
Your body has been heavily augmented, making you look like a robotic abomination. Your skin is as tough as heavy body armor, you have a CYCLE™ button on your torso, there is a stereo inside your chest, you've got a CYCLE™ enhancing reactor, your arms and legs are robotic, and you've got a minigun inside you.
You are lightly wounded. You have a literal split personality that exists because you were shot in the head. Or something.
CYCLE™
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