#51
You are D.B. Cooper. What happened after you parachuted out of that plane?

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You are D.B. Cooper. What happened after you parachuted out of that plane?
Of all your roommates, the ghost is the only one who does dishes.
A loan shark who is an eight foot tall walking talking actual shark with lots of ocean based puns.
The clock is ticking and class is almost over. Everyone has finished the test but no one knows where to turn it in.
You are a serial killer who has somehow managed to accidentally murder eighteen people.
You sell your soul to Satan to have the absolute best candle store in the world.
A water gun but, like, it shoots garlic bread.
You hire two ameteur hit men off the dark web to kill each other.
The narrator gains sentience and changes the story without the author’s permission.
You’re about to kill a spider but it yells,”Wait!”
You’re drinking buddies with the monster under your kid’s bed.
Your pet unicorn has murderous tendencies that are extremely difficult to keep under control.
Middle age mutant ninja turtles.
You are a homocide detective working on a case to catch the most ruthless serial killer in the city. You are also that serial killer.
A battle royale of one hundred clones of the same person.
A sitcom but instead of it being about problems in your daily love and work life, you’re a cannibal trying to find your next meal.
You live isolated from the rest of the world in a cabin in the woods. One day, someone shows up at your front door covered in blood claiming they were framed.
You answer a Craigslist ad.
Your lunchbox is a portal that leads to several other dimensions. The only interaction you have with these dimensions are whatever strange foods turns up in your lunchbox every day.
“All you can eat,” the sign says. “Challenge accepted,” you say.