Hall of Infinite Doors

That fucker's going down. You have never been so hysterically angry in your entire life. You get into your car and drive onto the park and drive towards him as fast as you can. You can see the fear in his eyes and his scrambling to get to a tree or playground to stop your car. No such luck for him. You don't even slow down. You hit the kid and he does a tilt and tumble and you feel a bump under your car. You look back and see the kids body in a kind of abnormal position, and then drive home as fast as you can, your heart beating almost out of your chest. You clean your van when you get home, and go inside and cry. This has been the worst day of your life.

You can't go to sleep for the next week because you realize you left treadmarks in the grass and that is enough for them to track your van down.

You lose. Not only did you not get your prize, you killed the kid. You are going to be hypervigilant for the rest of your life if you aren't caught for this hedonistic act. You half-think you should turn yourself in.