Life of Rozyag

aWithout a second thought you run straight to the kitchen, your eyes closed the whole way, you run without seeing the wet cloth on the floor and you trip straight into the knives. They fly into the air, "Just like the movies you think". You move left and right autistically, but each of the knives impale you all over your body and cut you open like an autopsy gone wrong.

(Dead again, nice job)