you fail the final exam, move out of the country, fakes a doctors licence and become a doctor anyway, 4 years from now your father is in a terrible accident while on vacation, he gets rushed to the hospital where YOU happen to be working, you fail to save him and he dies.
I'm going to walk on a tight-rope between these 2 buildings, while deep frying this live black mamba snake in my pockets.
I've no idea what to write here.
You manage to walk across the tight-rope successfully, people praise you as a champion. You are loved by the millions, and showered with riches and glory. You get to be on all the best Talk Shows, get to meet all the famous celebrities, and live a rich and amazin- Nah, just kidding, you fell many hours ago, and this is just a hallucination. You're very near death and are being rushed to the hospital.
I am performing surgery on a severely injured man.
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Isn't it fitting WoW really took a nosedive after 'the Cataclysm'?
After a 14 hour long operation with over 50 people involved, you successfully managed to fix the patients horrendous face. I mean it was so darn ugly no mother could love that face, just looking at it was like nails on a chalkboard (which explains the long operation and why there were so many people involved!). It's only afterward that you discover that's not what the patient was in for, and the patient didn't survive the post op without the new liver and heart THAT WERE BESIDE YOU THE WHOLE FRICKING TIME. Edit: In your defense, he sure was ugly though.
I'm on a date with my celebrity crush.
Space robots proceed to enslave you and play One More Time on an endless loop while you perform slave labor for the rest of your life. You are forced to live a life where you celebrate being so free every moment of your eternal servitude.
I'm rolling a joint in Denver.
You happen to be the passenger of a moving vehicle while rolling this joint. You anxiously spark up the doobie, awaiting the happy high to follow, but the paper catches on fire. You quickly throw it into the ashtray which is located in the center console between the two front seats. You and your friend drive disappointed a few yards, when all of a sudden the ashtray explodes on fire! Your friend swerving madly, you grab the ashtray (center console has now began to melt), and throw the ashtay out of the window right before your friend crashed the vehicle because the road was icy. You're both OK, though. (True story, by the way!)
I'm taking a bath, and my kitten leaps onto the side of the tub to drink the water like he usually does...
"Auto-correct is my worst enema."
“Snow can only live in the winter. When it nears a fire, it dies. That is its life. It may yearn for summer, but… it can only desire it. In my hand, the snow becomes water, because this is not its world….”“The boundless Heavens and Earth are the final resting place of all living things. Life is like a journey, filled with various scenery, various paths.
“Snow can only live in the winter. When it nears a fire, it dies. That is its life. It may yearn for summer, but… it can only desire it. In my hand, the snow becomes water, because this is not its world….”“The boundless Heavens and Earth are the final resting place of all living things. Life is like a journey, filled with various scenery, various paths.
You will never wake up again.
Trying to find a raiding guild.
You found one! The number 1 guild in the world has accepted you! And Blizzard just went deep red and closed, shutting down all servers for good.
Trying to find a better job
Putin khuliyo
After much searching, you find what appears to be your dream job from the description given. You apply and get accepted immediately and sign the contract they put in front of you binding you to a guaranteed 2 years of this dream job. Then you notice the fine print. Congratulations, you're moving to Antarctica!
I'm shoveling snow off my driveway.
As you're about to sip your coffee you miss your mouth and the hot coffee runs down into your shirt, burning your skin giving you 2nd degree burn wounds. In your panic you pull up your hand, dropping your coffee mug, the remainder of the coffee spills onto your desk frying your keyboard and mouse.
I am picking my nose