You, always the good samaritan, decide to stand your ground in defense of your fellow man. After all, God would never allow something bad to happen to a good samaritan, right?
The street gang swarms around you, intent on inflicting pain. The good news: the blow from the pipe knocks you unconscious and you don’t feel most of the pain that’s inflicted.
The bad news: you come to, and they are still wailing away on you.
Two of them pick you up by the arms and hold you up. Like a wickedly powerful t-ball player, the pipe-laden thug swings for the fences.
Moments before breathing your last breath, you come to the stark realization that you will die a martyr of sorts. That thought gives you no solace as your life flashes before your eyes.
Unfortunately the pipe also flashes before your eyes and before you have a chance to adequately reflect it hits its mark.
Your body drops to the ground. You have died.
The End
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