Hall of Infinite Doors
"And what about the meaning of life?" the professor says, whispering aloud.
You gasp. Everything seems so confusing now! You strain against the desk to hear the professor's next words.
"Isn't life futile? You can't possibly hope to understand, can you? There's only one thing left for you to do. Kill yourselves. You'll notice I've put a gun next to each of your seats. I trust you know what to do. Goodbye, class."
He's right, you know. You pick up the nearby revolver, put it next to your head, and, hands quivering, shoot yourself.
You gasp. Everything seems so confusing now! You strain against the desk to hear the professor's next words.
"Isn't life futile? You can't possibly hope to understand, can you? There's only one thing left for you to do. Kill yourselves. You'll notice I've put a gun next to each of your seats. I trust you know what to do. Goodbye, class."
He's right, you know. You pick up the nearby revolver, put it next to your head, and, hands quivering, shoot yourself.
