“Your choices are going to affect how this game progresses.” Zombies clamored at the open gate, innocence splattered the white picket fence, and the almost-digital narrator impatiently continued. “This is the tutorial level so you have room to practice.” The angry farmer threw down the odd weapon. “This isn’t a game! This is real life! I’m going to bed.” Zombies charged mercilessly. They were overtaken. “That’s fine. You won’t make it for long. I’ll help.”
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