IllogiGames:Predicament/DS
The sudden decrease in speed frightens the thugs and turns their trousers a delicate shade of brown. Unable to stop they bash into you where your seatbelt snaps like ricepaper forcing you through the windscreen, over the bonnet, onto the road, under the car until your now limbless and decapitated torso comes to rest on the pavement where a dog and the owner chew on it. Your head is hollowed out and used as a lantern seen on Nigella Lawson's kitchen table.
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You're on your way to an illogiconference at Illogioxford university, as usual you are planning to arrive at the meeting exactly on time; unfortunately for you it's rush hour and several thousand people have got other ideas. As time ticks by you get increasingly edgy and hot under the coller. 15 minutes before you're expected to give your speech you're still in Cornwall and only able to pick up radio Wales, there is only one car in front of you and it's holding up the traffic for miles with it's grandma-esque driving; you eventually lose control of yourself and take out your frustration on that car. As you go to town on the license plate with your stylish Doc Martens several formidable looking men jump out of the car cracking their knuckles and walking towards your direction in a menacing fashion. You have to think fast: