CONTINUE IN THE STORM

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THE SKY DARKENS. RAIN BEATS DOWN HARD ENOUGH TO LEAVE WELTS ON SKIN. LIGHTNING ILLUMINATES THE SKY, THUNDER CRACKS OVERHEAD. THE OXEN PANIC AND TRY TO RUN, BUT THE GROUND HAS MIRED THE WAGON WHEELS.

A FUNNEL FORMS IN THE SKY. WAGON STUCK FAST, ALL YOU CAN DO IS WATCH AS THE TORNADO RACES TOWARD YOU.

THERE IS NO TIME TO RUN BEFORE IT HITS.

THERE IS DEFINITELY NOT KANSAS ANYMORE. THERE ARE NO SINGING LITTLE PEOPLE, NOR ANY GOLDEN BRICK ROAD.

YOU ARE JUST DEAD.

YOU HAVE LOST THE GAME.

START OVER?
YES
NO