Game:Pick Up the Phone Booth and Aisle/asleep

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You realize that the phone booth is obviously a hallucination, because people just don't put phone booths in aisles. You are hallucinating because you haven't been getting enough sleep. You've been on a caffeine rush for the past thirty-eight hours, so you decide to take a little nap in your shopping cart.

When you wake up, you are shocked by what you see. The supermarket has crumbled away, and only twisted lumps of steel suggest where the aisle once was. Trees and moss cover everything, including, you realize, the two-meter-long beard that you have grown. Nothing is recognizable, except for that damned phone booth. It's still there, shiny and inexplicable as ever.

"I must have been asleep for centuries!" you exclaim. Actually, you try to exclaim, but centuries of disuse have atrophied your vocal apparatus.

To be perfectly honest, you haven't eaten at all in the centuries you were asleep, so you starve to death. Despite somehow surviving whatever destroyed the supermarket, and remaining alive for centuries in a catatonic slumber, the effort required to develop this plot is too much.

*** You have fallen into a plot hole ***


But wait...

You feel a tremendous wrench – the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.

But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....

Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.

On to the next aisle.

The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.

You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.

A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.


Your move:

*Secret option!
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Double super-secret option!