Life flashes before your very eyes

As your life whizzes past before your very eyes, you start to think... Yes, that rancid apple sauce. It could have been the laxative effect. Darn! I am a souless individual on the way to his doom and my stomach is giving me grief. What could be worse?

You can see the ground rising to meet you. You've never seen everthing moving so clearly and in such a slow, beautiful motion.

You manage to roll out of the driver's seat, unwilling to be buried in an old, busted wagon. As you careen like a crash dummy, you suddenly feel pain in your upper shoulders. It's like iron pins being driven through them...

Written by Hermit (edited by wanderer)

You smell a strong odor of cabbage
You become a Hawk
You wake with a large gash on your head.

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