You're out on a stroll, a few miles away from the holiday resort you're staying at with your family.
Feeling comforted by the sound of Crickets chirping away merrily, you glance up at the clear sky.
[[It's getting dark]]
You walk a little further. You're aware of the sun gradually setting which casts a warm, red glow over the horizon.
It's nice to be away from your family. You said you wouldn't be gone long, but hell, it's your holiday too and everybody needs their own space occasionally.
[[Keep walking]]
[[You don't want them to worry, you head back.|Head back]]
You spot a path up ahead, leading into some woods.
The shadows of the trees stretch across the road like tendrils from a fantastic, wooden squid, beckoning you to explore and step inside.
[[The woods look perfect, as if they're from an illustrated children's book. Like an Enid Blyton book, minus the mild undertones of classism & racism. Your nostalgia needs feeding, Buzzfeed articles about the 90's won't cut it anymore - you keep exploring.|Keep exploring]]
[[Fuck that, you hate squid (and all seafood) and you also suffer from hayfever. Why would you want to explore some smelly old woods, when you've got a pool and affordable-but-not-exactly-decent room service back at the resort? You could order chicken satay and eat it in bed! You head back.|Head Back 1]]
You head back to the resort.
They don't ask you much about where you've been, in fact you don't think they even noticed you were gone.
They were probably distracted by all the great facilities at the resort, or maybe you're just that forgettable.
That night, as always, you have one cocktail too many. It was all you could do to make your Dad's long rants about the state of the European Union slightly more tolerable.
[[You were a mess.]]
No-one speaks to you the next morning. You wish you knew what you did.
You always do this, don't you? Good job, idiot, no wonder they forgot about you.
The End.
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
You're walking in the woods...There's no one around.
You feel your phone vibrate, and realise...
[[Your phone is dead.]]
The woods sound, and feel, quiet...
The only thing you can hear is your own soft footprints, as you walk amongst the trees.
Suddenly, you think you hear something, a rustling.
[[It's probably just some stupid bird, doing stupid bird things. Or a deer. God, you hate deer. You ignore it and keep walking.|Ignore it and keep walking]]
[[Ooh, maybe it's a friendly deer! Or some sort of European elf, here to take you on an adventure. Do they have elves in Europe? You turn to look.|Turn to look]]
You ignore the sound, and press on, it was probably nothing.
You notice that the woods are darker now, a lot darker.
Childhood fears of the dark come rushing back to you. Running up the stairs late at night without looking back. Not looking out of the kitchen window when it's dark outside but the lights are on inside the house, in case you see a demented face staring back at you. Not peering out from under your duvet when you hear a shuffle in the darkness, as everybody knows that you're safe in bed...
[["Ugh." You shudder. Maybe you should turn back.|Maybe you should turn back]]
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot him.
[[Shia LaBeouf]]
He's following you...About thirty feet back.
He gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint.
[[You run|He's gaining on you...]]
[[You stop, petrified. Is it really...Shia LaBeouf?]]
It's time to go back to your family. These woods aren't enchanting, they're just creepy.
[[You turn around, not looking forward to the walk back home through the darkness.|It's the last thing you ever think]]
Just as you turn around, you feel sharp claws digging into you.
Ripping into you.
You don't have time to scream.
It's over quickly, and there is quickly nothing left of your body, as the...beast...devours you whole.
Maybe you should have checked out what that noise was.
Maybe it would have saved you.
Maybe.
The End.
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
He's gaining on you...
You look desperately for the path you came in on, but you're all turned around...
[[Run Left]]
[[Run Right]]
It's the last Hollywood superstar you'll ever meet.
He pounces at your throat with an un-natural leap.
You barely got to explore the woods, and being brutally killed will really put a downer on your holiday, but alas.
The last thing you see is his blood-stained face and, oh god, are those fangs? What sort of monstrosity IS Shia LaBeouf?!
It's over quickly.
The End.
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
You run, frantically, to the left.
You dive over rotten logs, and duck to avoid low-hanging branches.
This forest is horrible! Why did you think it would be a pleasant experience?! You could be back at the holiday resort now, or going out clubbing, or even eating dog-shit. Literally anything would be better than being chased by a demented celebrity with a mad hunger for human skin.
[[You can still hear him, close behind you]]
You run, frantically, to the right.
He's almost upon you now, and you can see there's blood on his face.
[[My God, there's blood everywhere!]]
Your head is pounding as you keep sprinting, and your legs are tired.
You haven't run this long since Physical Education at school, and even then you used to sneak off half way through the designated sprinting time to hide in the corridor and eat sweets with your ginger friend. He had an excuse, he suffered from an in-growing toenail, whereas you were just a lazy shit. Bet you never thought that all that running might some day save your life, huh?
[[You could attempt to hide...]]
[[...Or keep running]]
You throw yourself behind a tree, and fall to the muddy floor, quietly weeping.
You hide for a few moments, and you can't hear anything. But how can you be sure that he...that it...is not waiting?
[[Better safe than sorry, also you're absolutely terrified, you hide for longer.|You hide for longer]]
[[Action is the best reaction! What if Shia LaBeouf finds you hiding? You get up, and attempt to find your way home.|You get up, trying to find your way home]]
You keep running, but you're not a natural runner - in fact, you never do your cardio, and you've only used that running app you downloaded twice.
And now you're up against Hollywood superstar, Shia LaBeouf, who kills for sport.
[[It's not long before you are caught.|Death 1]]
You're safe.
You head back to the resort. You're covered in sweat, and mud.
No-one believes what you saw, and after a few cocktails, you hardly believe it yourself.
Shia LaBeouf still roams the woods, the streets, but you know - you don't know how - that he won't invade the sanctity of the holiday resort.
You're safe, at last, from Shia LaBeouf.
But who knows how many deaths will be caused from your negligence to defeat him?
Those countless, countless deaths are on you. Can you live with the guilt?
You have no choice.
The End.
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
You wait for what feels like hours.
You're tired, it's late, and it's dark.
[[Against your will, your eyelids become heavy, and you drift off into an uncomfortable sleep.|You fall asleep]]
You struggle to your feet, and keep walking.
You're an anxious mess, and you check behind you every few seconds to see if there's anything waiting for you.
It's not long until you see a way out of the woods.
[[You exit the woods|You're safe]]
When you wake up, you don't know where you are.
There's a blindfold around your head, and you can't see.
You can smell blood, and you can hear boiling water.
The stench of death fills your nostrils.
You try to move your hands, but they are bound tightly together.
You let out a small cry.
[[It's the last thing you ever do]]
It's the last thing you ever do.
You were caught, killed and eaten by Shia LaBeouf.
Why didn't you go back to your family?
They miss you.
But, in time, they forget you.
The End.
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
You're running for your life from Shia LaBeouf.
You saw that he was brandishing a knife.
He must have been lurking in the shadows, watching you the whole time.
[[You keep running]]
[[You turn to fight him|Death 2]]
Now it's dark, and you seem to have lost him...
But you're hopelessly lost yourself...
Stranded, with a murderer.
[[You creep silently through the underbrush]]
Is that?...No...It can't be.
[[Aha!]]
In the distance, a small cottage with a light on - hope!
[[You don't know who is in the cottage, and who can you trust in a world where your favourite celebrities are chasing you down? You find a path around the cottage.|Find a path around it]]
[[Whoever is in that cottage can't be worse than the monster, Shia LaBeouf, chasing you. You move stealthily towards it.|Move stealthily toward it]]
You choose to avoid the cottage, instead opting to find your own way out of the woods.
[[You take a step away from the cottage]]
Your leg! Ah!
It's caught in a bear trap!
The pain is like nothing you've ever felt before.
The cottage isn't too far, you could call for help. But what if...he...is near?
[[Call for help]]
[[Keep quiet, quiet]]
You scream out for help, praying that someone from the cottage will hear you before He does.
[[You hear movement from the cottage.|Knock on the door]]
Although all you want to do is scream, you stay quiet - you don't want to draw attention to yourself. Not now.
You look down at your leg, it's still trapped.
You need to get free, but you have nothing...
[[Try and wrench it loose]]
[[Gnaw off your leg]]
You take hold of your leg and, tensing yourself for the pain, twist it in an attempt to prise it loose from the bear trap.
It doesn't work, and you can't help but let out a high pitched scream.
[[You immediately hear movement from the cottage...|Knock on the door]]
It takes an agonisingly long time, but you manage to do it.
You chew through the last of the tissue connecting your leg to your body.
Leaving it behind, in the blood-stained bear trap, you limp towards the cottage...
[[Quiet, quiet]]
You don't know how you do it, but you make it to the doorstep.
The relief washes over you. You might just make it out of these woods alive.
[[Peer through a window]]
[[Knock on the door]]
The door to the cottage opens, and it's the last person you wanted to see.
Shia LaBeouf stands in the doorway, his eyes bloodshot.
His hair is matted with blood and spittle runs from his mouth as he hungrily licks his crusty lips.
You're paralysed with fear.
He is on you in seconds.
You've never been this close to a celebrity before!
[[And you will never be this close to anyone ever again.]]
You manage to scramble onto a tree stump, pain shooting through your leg, and peer through a window to check who is home.
You don't want to believe your eyes.
[[Sitting inside, it's Shia LaBeouf.]]
He's sharpening an axe.
He doesn't seem to have noticed you.
This is your chance, you have the jump on him, or you could attempt to leave the woods.
[[Enter the cottage]]
[[Flee]]
You step back down onto the doorstep, and gently push open the door.
[[He doesn't hear you enter]]
You go to run, putting your weight onto your stump leg.
[[You let out a scream, and black out from the pain.|You fall asleep I]]
You sneak up behind him...
You noticed a vase as you walked in, you could hit him with it, but will it be hard enough?
[[Hit superstar, Shia LaBeouf, with a vase]]
[[Strangle superstar, Shia LaBeouf]]
You raise the vase high above your head, and slam it down hard onto the back of Shia LaBeouf's skull.
It shatters into thousands of pieces.
[[But Shia LaBeouf barely notices...]]
You wrap your fingers around Shia LaBeouf's neck.
Because of him, you've lost most of your leg.
Because of him, your holiday has been ruined.
You catch him by surprise, but that doesn't stop him struggling.
[[You're fighting for your life, with Shia LaBeouf]]
He manages to pull out a knife, and swipes at you, almost slashing your jugular as you continue to strangle him from behind.
He lowers it, ready to swipe again...
[[Try to dodge it]]
[[Try and grab the knife]]
You swerve to avoid Shia LaBeouf's frantic stabbing, but you fail.
He catches you in the eye.
The knife pops your eyeball, which bursts as the blade continues through to your brain.
The last thing ever you think about is how cheap your flights were to get here.
You should've gone back to the resort, it was all-inclusive and the cocktails were half decent.
But now you're dead.
Good job, idiot.
The End.
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
You swipe at his hands, and manage to get a grip on the knife.
You manage to wrestle the knife from Shia LaBeouf.
[[Stab Shia LaBeouf]]
[[Throw the knife where Shia LaBeouf can't reach it]]
With a ferocious scream, you stab it in his kidney.
He falls to your feet.
You've done it.
[[You're safe at last, from Shia LaBeouf.]]
You try to throw the knife where Shia LaBeouf can't reach it, but your hands are slippery with your own blood.
You lose grip and drop the knife by Shia LaBeouf's feet.
He grabs it.
You swerve to avoid Shia LaBeouf's frantic stabbing, but you fail.
He catches you in the eye.
The knife pops your eyeball, which bursts as the blade continues through to your brain.
The last thing ever you think about is how cheap your flights were to get here.
You should've gone back to the resort, it was all-inclusive and the cocktails were half decent.
But now you're dead.
Good job, idiot.
The End.
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
You feel sick at what you have done.
Your life will never be the same again.
You go to leave the cottage, but not before you remember the axe. You could use this as a crutch to help you walk on your injured leg, although it looks heavy, and could slow you down.
[[Pick up the axe]]
[[Leave the axe]]
Wait!
He isn't dead!
[[Shia surprise!]]
You feel a gun to your head, and see death in his eyes.
Already worn out from the battle at the cottage, and from the running, you don't think you can take any more.
You can try and run, or fight.
[[Run]]
[[Fight]]
You run.
Shia LaBeouf takes his chance, aims, and pulls the trigger of his gun.
You were foolish to think you could outrun a bullet.
The bullet catches you in the head, shattering the front of your skull into fragments and spraying your brains out across the forest floor.
You die instantly, and Shia LaBeouf can finally feed.
He becomes more powerful by the day.
When will he be stopped?
The End.
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
Little did Shia LaBeouf know, that you can do Jiu Jitsu.
[[You bodyslam superstar Shia LaBeouf!]]
You wish you had picked up the axe, picked up anything, from the cottage.
Shia LaBeouf is countering your Jiu Jitsu, and you feel your arms getting heavier as you lose more and more blood.
[[You become more and more defenceless as the fight continues...]]
You leave the axe behind, and limp into the dark woods.
Looking down, you see blood oozing from your stump leg.
[[But, you've beaten Shia LaBeouf.]]
You pick up the heavy axe, and limp into the dark woods.
Looking down, you see blood oozing from your stump leg.
[[But, you've beaten Shia LaBeouf.|Wait!]]
Wait!
He isn't dead!
[[Shia Surprise!!]]
You feel a gun to your head, and see death in his eyes.
Already worn out from the battle at the cottage, and from the running, you don't think you can take any more.
You can try and run, or fight.
[[Run]]
[[Fight!]]
Little did Shia LaBeouf know, that you can do Jiu Jitsu.
[[You bodyslam superstar Shia LaBeouf.]]
As he lunges at your neck, you try and swing an axe at Shia LaBeouf, but blood is draining fast from your stump leg.
He's dodging every swipe.
[[You swing the axe to your right]]
[[You swing the axe to your left]]
Shia LaBeouf takes his chance, and pulls the trigger of his gun.
The bullet catches you in the head, shattering the back of your skull into fragments and spraying your brains out across the forest floor.
You die instantly, and Shia LaBeouf can finally feed.
He becomes more powerful by the day.
When will he be stopped?
The End.
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
He recoils from the hit, and looks up at you with manic eyes. His face is distorted with anger. As he attacks again, Shia LaBeouf looks inhuman, in every way.
This is a truly legendary fight with Shia LaBeouf.
[[But it's a normal Tuesday night, for Shia LaBeouf]]
He recoils from the hit, and looks up at you with manic eyes. His face is distorted with anger. As he attacks again, Shia LaBeouf looks inhuman, in every way.
This is a truly legendary fight with Shia LaBeouf.
[[But a normal Tuesday night, for Shia LaBeouf]]
He parries to the left.
[[You counter to the middle]]
[[You counter to the right]]
[[You miss.]]
[[You miss.]]
You catch Shia LaBeouf in the neck with your heavy axe.
Rage is pulsating through your body.
[[You're chopping off his head now]]
You have just decapitated Shia LaBeouf.
His head topples to the floor, expressionless.
You fall to your knees and catch your breath.
[[You're finally safe from Shia LaBeouf.]]
Using the ragged, remains of Shia LaBeouf's clothes, you make a tourniquet for your leg.
You limp your way to the edge of the woods, and collapse by the side of the road.
[[You wake up in hospital]]
Your family are there, they were worried sick about you.
You try to explain what happened, but get distracted by the TV.
It's Shia LaBeouf.
He's doing an live interview with a paper bag on his head.
He looks into the camera, and you realise there's no escape from Shia LaBeouf.
His face will torment you forever.
You scream.
The End.
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
Shia LaBeouf takes his chance, and pulls the trigger of his gun.
The bullet catches you in the head, shattering the back of your skull into fragments and spraying your brains out across the forest floor.
You die instantly, and Shia LaBeouf can finally feed.
He becomes more powerful by the day.
When will he be stopped?
The End.
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
Your leg! Ah!
It's caught in a bear trap!
The pain is like nothing you've ever felt before.
The cottage isn't too far, you could call for help. But what if...he...is near?
[[Call for help]]
[[Keep quiet, quiet|Keep quiet]]
Your body is never found.
Shia LaBeouf grows stronger by the day.
When will the horror end?
You should have gone back to the resort. It was all-inclusive, and you hadn't even been in the pool yet. Are your family really that bad?
Well, it's too late, you're dead now, idiot.
The End.
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
He stands up slowly, and turns to face you.
You are paralysed with fear.
His eyes are bloodshot, his cheeks are gaunt.
He clearly hasn't eaten for days.
Running his tongue over his crusty lips, you notice his teeth are almost...serrated.
His hair is matted with blood.
How did they make him look so good in Transformers?
You don't get to ponder this question for long.
He grabs your head with his muscular, scarred hands, and effortlessly crushes your skull.
Shia LaBeouf will feed tonight.
The End
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
Although all you want to do is scream, you stay quiet - you don't want to draw attention to yourself. Not now.
You look down at your leg, it's still trapped.
You need to get free, but you have nothing...
[[Try and wrench it loose|Wrench it loose]]
[[Gnaw off your leg|Gnaw it off]]
You take hold of your leg and, tensing yourself for the pain, twist it in an attempt to prise it loose from the bear trap.
It doesn't work, and you can't help but let out a high pitched scream.
[[You immediately hear movement from the cottage...|Knock on the door]]
It takes an agonisingly long time, but you manage to do it.
You chew through the last of the tissue connecting your leg to your body.
Leaving it behind, in the blood-stained bear trap, you limp further into the woods, eager to find a way out...
[[You travel deeper into the woods]]
You keep walking.
Blood is oozing fast from your stump leg.
It's not long before the temperature drops, and you find yourself even more hopelessly lost. You're weak, tired, and can barely see through the darkness.
You look for somewhere safe to spend the night.
You spot a ditch.
[[You fall asleep|You fall asleep 2]]
You don't wake up.
Your family search for you for weeks.
The weeks turn into months.
The months turn into years.
They never lose hope that you might be found, but you never are.
Shia LeBeouf grows stronger each day, and the disappearances continue.
No-one suspects a thing.
Why would they?
The End.
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
You go back to the resort, and spend the rest of the evening in the all-inclusive bar.
You drink a little bit too much and the rest of your family have gone to bed.
Remembering the chicken satay idea, you're about to leave to get a peanutty-meaty-fix, when someone who you have noticed eyeing you up throughout the night tells that they are going to a club just down the road. They seem nice and relatively normal. No obvious Nazi tattoos, or anything like that.
[[Join them and go to the club, tasty skewers of chicken can wait for another, less exciting, night!|Join them & go to the club]]
[[You really, really want some chicken. You decline, and go to bed.|Decline, and go to bed]]
You join them.
Why not? You're on holiday, after all.
The club is amazing, they're playing all the latest hits from...Usher...And...Slim Shady? Or was that 50 Cent? You don't know, you don't listen to music much, the last CD you bought was 'NOW That's What I Call Music! - 41'. Boyzone were on it, you think. Whatever happened to Boyzone?
You realise you're not really dancing, you're just standing there with a confused look on your face. Maybe you should socialise a bit more and stop thinking about the 90's.
You drink more.
Lots more.
One of your new group offers you a pill.
[[It could be Class A drugs, it could be a Tic-Tac. There's only one way to find out! You take it.|Take it]]
[["Hugs, not drugs! Ha ha!" You shout as you awkwardly hug the - now looking quite distressed - man. Drugs were never really your scene, clearly. He backs away, and no-one offers you anything again for the rest of the night.|Decline]]
You decline politely, and watch them leave.
They were probably Neo-Nazis anyway, who isn't these days.
You just about manage to stumble to your room, and you're too drunk to even order room service. There will be no chicken satay tonight.
Somewhere, halfway across the world, a chicken farmer weeps. His wife has just walked out due to his failing business. But I digress.
You fall asleep wearing your clothes.
You have nightmares that night.
Nightmares of tall trees stretching out above you, of blood, of a man sharpening an axe. A face that seems familiar. You're limping in the dream, and you're in pain. The woods seem familar.
You wake up, drenched in your own sweat, and stinking of booze.
For the rest of the holiday, you feel un-settled. You can't shake the feeling of dread that encases your brain in a vice, cold grip.
[[Every day it gets worse.]]
You can't wait for the holiday to be over.
Your family are still having fun, and don't notice your mental anguish and pain.
They rarely do.
The days, hours and minutes drag by, and the nightmares about the woods continue.
The woods.
You can't stop thinking about them.
What was it about those woods? Why did they haunt your dreams?
You decide to do the only thing you can think of that might stop the nightmares.
[[You return to the woods]]
You take the pill, you're not one to turn down free drugs, you mad-party-type you.
In a way, wouldn't it be rude not to? Think of all the illegal chemists that would be so distressed to hear their work was in vain.
[[It kicks in quickly.]]
You're happy with your choice, but feel slightly awkward later on when you realise you're the only one not gurning with a mouth like a washing machine.
Your new friends are all hugging and loving it, and you manage to sneak a cuddle in too. It was the clammiest grasp of another human being you've ever felt.
Slightly grossed out, you keep drinking, and dancing, until the nightclub closes.
[[You had a great time, but it's time to get back to the resort. Hell yeah, maybe now you can order that chicken satay!|You had a great time]]
You manage to stumble back to the resort, and fall into your room.
You order room service, and fall asleep wearing your clothes.
You have nightmares that night.
Nightmares of tall trees stretching out above you, of blood, of a man sharpening an axe. A face that seems familiar. You're limping in the dream, and you're in pain. The woods seem familar.
You wake up, drenched in your own sweat, and stinking of booze. You narrowly miss stepping on a cold plate of chicken satay which was left outside your door. You were passed out when it arrived, what a waste!
For the rest of the holiday, you feel un-settled, and not just because of the wasted chicken. You can't shake the feeling of dread that encases your brain in a vice, cold grip.
[[Every day it gets worse.]]
The music is pounding harder, and every sound takes on a new dimension.
Craig David has never sounded better, and colours are the most vivid you've ever seen.
When 'Cha-Cha Slide' comes on, you lose your shit.
You feel amazing.
You find yourself talking wildly and enthusiastically to everyone that catches your attention, until out of the corner of your eye, you spot him.
[[Shia LaBeouf|Shia]]
He's just walked in.
He's one of your favourite Hollywood superstars, and he looks radiant. His beard has just the right amount of tuft, and his eyes twinkle. You're glad that tonight he opted out of wearing a paper bag.
Your eyes meet.
[[You awkwardly look away]]
[[You wave]]
This all feels so surreal. Mainly because it is.
Shia LaBeouf nods at you, and takes your hand.
You are completely lost for words.
He starts leading you through the club, towards a closed door.
"I, er, I loved you in 'Even Stevens'! But, er, where...Where are we go-?"
He shushes you, and continues pulling you towards the closed door.
[[Screw that, just because he's a celeb it doesn't mean he can treat you like a bit of meat, leading you around like so many other sausages. You try and shake him off.|You try and shake him off]]
[[Welp, who are you to argue with a Hollywood superstar? Especially one as high a calibre as Shia LaBeouf. You let him lead you, and continue to follow Shia LaBeouf.|You continue to follow Shia LaBeouf]]
You don't want him to know you were staring.
Shia LaBeouf is a celebrity, a damn fine one,and doesn't need people gawking at him wherever he goes.
[[You continue drinking, and talking to whoever will listen]]
You wave at Shia LaBeouf, probably too enthusiastically.
But, my god - he's walking over to you.
This must be fake.
Your lip starts to shake.
He greets you by name.
[["How does he know who I am? And why does he give about a damn about me?"]]
You end up drinking a little too much, and you're a sweaty mess.
You get in a heated argument regarding Theresa May's trousers.
It's a stupid argument, but your emotions are running high.
The last thing you remember before finding yourself chucked out onto the street is a large, angry, foreign bouncer approaching you.
You hadn't seen Shia LaBeouf for a while, he must have left before you got thrown out.
[[It's raining now]]
You walk for hours, in what you think is the direction of the resort, but you're hopelessly lost.
Suddenly, you recognise where you are.
[[You're at the woods]]
You don't know why - it's late, it's raining, - but your brain is addled from the pill, and from the European cocktails.
[[You walk into the woods.|Keep exploring]]
Without telling your family, you leave the resort.
They won't notice for hours.
It doesn't take you long to find the path again, and you see the woods up ahead.
They seem even more beckoning now. You can almost hear the trees whispering your name.
[[You enter the woods|Keep exploring]]
He grabs you from behind with cold, hard, scarred hands, and you feel his teeth rip into your neck.
You crumble to the ground, it's almost a relief to not be running anymore.
You don't put up much of a fight as Shia LaBeouf pulls out large, wet chunks of your flesh with his gaping maw.
You always knew you would go out like this.
"In a way", you think as you die, "I'm helping to contribute to the film industry."
You are killed & eaten by Shia LaBeouf.
The End.
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
You turn to face him, and raise your arms ready to defend yourself.
"I've got this." is the last thing you ever think.
Shia LaBeouf pounces at you, and plunges his knife deep into your chest.
It's only a few seconds before you're on the ground, having your entrails pulled out enthusically by Shia LaBeouf.
He wears your intestines as a scarf, and giggles to himself.
Your skin helps to re-decorate his house.
The rest of you, he eats.
Why did you think you could fight Shia LaBeouf?
The End.
[[Start again?|Part 1...]]
You've decided you have enough. Who does he think he is?
Shia LaBeouf might be a Hollywood superstar, but you don't feel comfortable with how he's acting. You don't know what sort of vibes you were giving off, but it certainly wasn't THOSE kind of vibes.
You try and pull your hand free from his grasp, but it tightens.
You look up and see that Shia LaBeouf's face has darkened, and he's glaring at you.
[[You pull your hand, harder, away from his grip. "Let me go!"]]
Where could Shia LaBeouf be taking you? Could it be that you, a lowly norm, might be about to join the upper echelons of pop culture?
Maybe you'll get to hang out with Jennifer Lawrence!
You go through the heavy, oak doors and they shut behind you.
[[He begins walking up a staircase, and beckons you to join him.]]
You begin struggling with Shia LaBeouf, he's refusing to let you go, and you start to panic. He begins to tighten his hands around your wrist.
His grip is strong.
Un-naturally strong.
The other clubbers start to notice the bizarre scene - but Shia LaBeouf ignores them.
[[You shriek as you feel your bones start to break.]]
Shia LaBeouf's eyes are almost completely red now, and he's cackling.
Oh god, the cackling.
You're almost blacking out from the pain, and that's when you see the knife.
Shia LaBeouf releases you from his grip, but not before disemboweling you with a 9 inch, serrated combat knife.
[[It doesn't hurt as much as the bones being crushed to dust in your wrists, but that's probably because you are dead before you hit the dance floor.]]
In all the commotion, Shia LaBeouf manages to sneak out of the club.
The authorities are informed.
Try as they might, there was nothing the funeral parlour could do about your permantly contorted face. It is stuck, stuck in the throes of a shriek of horror.
You have a closed-casket funeral.
And in time, the whole matter was forgotten.
The End.
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You reach the top of the stairs, and you're still speechless.
Shia LaBeouf finally speaks.
"Please, come into my office."
Shia LaBeouf opens a door and you both enter.
"You have an office here? Above this sub-par club?..But that doesn't make any sen..."
Shia LaBeouf cuts you off by placing his finger against your lips.
[[He nods, and you notice that he has a fiery intensity to his eyes.]]
You start to panic.
Why has Shia LaBeouf brought you here?
Why did you follow him so blindly?
Does he even know Jennifer Lawrence?
[[You make a dash for the door]]
[[You ask him what he wants]]
Shia LaBeouf senses what you are about to do before you've even spun round.
Shia LaBeouf grabs you by the shoulders with hands of steel, before he, oh god, his jaw...His jaw is opening, wider, wider than you thought a human jaw could stretch.
It detaches from the hinge of his skull, and your ears throb from the volume of your scream.
You can see the empty darkness of Shia LaBeouf's ever gaping throat, as he gets closer.
You try to pull back, but Shia LaBeouf's grip is too strong, and his jaws are now on you.
You are inside Shia LaBeouf's mouth now, and the last thing you feel is his ravor sharp teeth closing around your face.
You're never going to meet Jennifer Lawrence, but you've satiated Shia LaBeouf's lust for human flesh.
...For now.
The End.
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Shia LaBeouf laughs.
"I'm...Working on something you might be able to help me with, it's my latest art project."
Shia LaBeouf's voice is cold, almost mocking.
You manage to choke out a reply.
"..Oh...Is it another...Trump thing?"
Shia LaBeouf lets out a devilish cackle.
"I'll show you..."
He slides a desk drawer open and gently lifts a scrapbook out, presenting it to you.
[[You take it]]
The pages are leathery and dry, and there is a considerable weight to it.
You flick through the heavy book.
At first you are repulsed by what you see, but Shia LaBeouf beckons for you to continue.
The pages are filled with images, images and text that you dare not repeat or write down, for fear of damaging your own sanity.
The more you flick through, the more it all starts to make sense.
[[You frantically continue reading, this book is...powerful]]
[[You force yourself to drop the book and avert your eyes]]
The allure of the book is too strong to resist.
You greedily work your way through the cold pages, and let out a howl of anguish when it is over.
This...No...Not book...It's so much more than book...This...THING. You don't know how to formulate in your mind how to process it, and you look up at Shia LaBeouf for guidance.
[["Let me show you the way." He says.]]
You let go of the book and force your eyes closed.
Shia LaBeouf lets out a shriek as the heavy book hits the hardwood floor.
The shriek gets louder as you lash out blindly.
You feel the contact of your fist against Shia LaBeouf's beautiful face, his beard feels soft on your knuckles. For a brief moment, you wonder if he uses conditioner on it.
Shia LaBeouf falls to the ground, still shrieking, and he begins scrabbling to pick up the book - which is vibrating, and pulsating.
[[You turn to leave, and run for the door]]
[[You decide to kick the book from his grip]]
You manage to get to the door, pull it wide, and fling yourself through the opening.
You can still hear Shia LaBeouf's demented shrieks behind you as you rush to the stairs.
"Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
In your hurry to get down them, you slip, and topple down - smashing your head as you fall to the bottom.
Opening your eyes, you go to push yourself up, feeling pain throughout your whole body - but you can't.
Shia LaBeouf's talons are on your back.
His cold fingers are around your neck, and you can feel his nails cutting into your windpipe.
[[He rips your terrified head from your body]]
You go to kick the book from his frantic, nimble fingers.
Shia LaBeouf grabs your foot, and looks up at you.
The skin on his face is pale, his eyes are glowing and you feel them burning through into your soul.
[[He looks more demon than man]]
You need to end this now.
You spy an ornate dagger on Shia LaBeouf's desk, surrounded by notes covered in the scribbles of a lunatic.
You've read 'Harry Potter', and you know what you need to do.
You only have one chance, you daren't risk enraging Shia LaBeouf any further.
You grab the dagger, and Shia LaBeouf's eyes widen - were they always this piercing and so fighteningly scarlet?
[[You stab the book]]
[[You stab Shia LaBeouf, right in his skull|You stab Shia LaBeouf]]
You plunge the dagger deep into the book, and the blade easily pierces the tough leather and sinks into the pages.
A burst of light and energy shoots from the book, the light is blinding you, and through squinting eyes you see Shia LaBeouf writhing in agony.
Shia LaBeouf is hovering in mid-air now, with the energy from the book swirling around him.
You can hear screams, so many screams, but the loudest one is coming from Shia LaBeouf.
As his body implodes, there is an explosion of colour and life.
All around you, you glimpse human faces in a whirlwind of visual power.
[[It is impossible to comprehend]]
You plunge the knife deep into the top of Shia LaBeouf's head.
He crumples to the floor.
At that moment, Police burst through the door.
Someone must have heard your screams and alerted the authorities.
They take one look at you, covered in blood, and then look down at Shia LaBeouf.
He looks...normal now, apart from the hilt of the dagger sticking out from his cranium.
His body lies in a pool of spreading, glistening blood, his hands clutching an autograph book that you wanted him to sign.
[[Oh god, what have thou donest?|Oh god, what have you done?]]
You're arrested by the Police, and they don't believe your story.
Why would they? You sound insane. Maybe you ARE insane.
They do a drug test, and find evidence of your drug use.
It's a short trial, and you are found guilty.
The judge, and the jury, rightfully loved Shia LaBeouf.
He was a hero to them.
He was a hero to all of us.
[[You are sentenced to life in prison]]
Your family don't visit you.
Not only did you bring shame on them by what you did, but you also really ruined the holiday.
You die, alone in prison.
No-one even cares.
The End.
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You practically feel your mind snap.
You lose all feeling and the intense light from the book has finally blinded you.
The last thing your sane mind hears are the 'thank you's' of a hundred tormented souls that you had set free from the hellish, demon book.
When your husk of a body is eventually found, you are smiling maniacally, and your eyes are milky-white.
[[You are committed to a mental health facility]]
The facility is nice, they care for you and look after you for the remainder of your life.
You are not aware of it (you are not aware of anything) but you did it.
You defeated Shia LaBeouf. And freed the souls of his victims.
But at the cost of your own mind.
Your family visit you for a while, but they know it's pointless.
Shia LaBeouf is never seen again.
The End.
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The Police put it down to 'just another drug overdose', but what sort of drug causes the head to be ripped from the body?
Your family push for answers, but they receive nothing in return.
The papers don't want to cover it, and your name is forgotten over time.
You did nothing to stop Shia LaBeouf.
The End.
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It's been days, weeks, months since you first awoke to the calling of the book.
Your life with Shia LaBeouf is spent hunting long pig in the nearby woods.
Your victims are mainly tourists that are stupid enough to enter the forest alone, and the occasional couple.
You have no need for sleep anymore, as the book provides you with enough energy to see you through the long, cold nights.
The book is fed daily. The book is fed daily. The book is fed daily. The book is fed daily.
You've never been happier.
The End.
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When you wake up, you don't know where you are.
You're swinging, upside down, in a dark cabin.
Your vision is blurry, as your face and eyes are caked in blood.
You can smell the dank stench of death, which fills your nostrils.
You try to move your hands, but they are bound tightly together.
You scream as you see Shia LaBeouf gliding towards you.
Oh god, Shia LaBeouf barely looks human.
[[It's the last thing you ever do.]]
It's the last thing you ever do.
Shia LaBeouf grinds your bones into a powder, which he will methodically snort before appearing in public, but not before cooking and eating your flesh.
Shia LaBeouf finds your meat a bit tough, but tasty enough, he supposes.
You weren't even that tasty.
You weren't even useful in death.
Maybe next time you'll think twice before exploring some terrifying woods.
The End.
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In order to survive 'The Encounter', you will need to use your wits, accumen and real-life-human-brain.
Have you got what it takes to make it to the end, not just alive, but sane?
Hark, what's that sound? I believe it's the story calling your name.
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