Detour

Child - teen - worker - senior - dead
Child - teen - worker - senior - dead
Child - teen - worker - senior - dead
Child - teen - worker - senior - dead
Child - teen - worker - senior - dead
Child - teen - worker - senior - dead
Child - teen - worker - senior - dead
Child - teen - worker - senior - dead
Child - teen - worker - senior - dead
Child - teen - worker - senior - dead
Child - teen - worker - senior - dead

It's about time for a detour.

Fasten your seatbelts. We're hanging a hard left onto Detour Street. It's long, but don't worry; it's scenic, too.

Coming up on our right, the great Be The Dictator Of A Small Nation inn.

No stopping.

And on our left, the Have An Adventure bank. Very nice monies this time of year.

No stopping.

The Monkhood Building is straight ahead.

No stopping.

Oh no! A deus ex machina!

"Vroom-ba!

This street is mine.

You can run, and you can hide

BUT YOU CAN'T DO BOTH AT THE SAME TIME!

Get back on Drudgery Street before I put you there gently."

What should we do?

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

IF YOU THINK WE SHOULD DO WHATEVER THE AUTHOR WANTS, TURN TO RIGHT HERE

"Seriously guys.

Get back on the main road of life."

Have it your way. I'll live my old life but exercise more.