I see red. I see a finish line. It's right in front of me. I reach out to grab it, but It's not..... solid. I try to finish the game of life, but it's to busy -blam!-ing with my head. Then a voice thunders down at me. "YOU MUST FINISH LIFE TO PASS!" I then realize, I'm not dying. *wakes up spazzing out on the floor during my birthday party covered in cocaine with an adrenaline shot in my chest* WHAT THE -blam!-!