After "some" time had passed, Simon zoned in to find himself driving in the middle of a forest. Simon thought this was odd, as his office, and his home, were both in the city. Simon does like forests. But not at night. Not sure what to do, Simon stopped the car to think.

Fine

fine fine

fine fine fine fine

fine fine fine finefine fine finefine fine fine

FINE

This is a story about Simon. Simon was a simple man. Who took pleasure in simple things. This lead to him being easily distracted. For example, he had just spent the last 10 minutes typing the word 'fine' repeatedly on his computer.

Normally such behaviour would be frowned upon, but Simon's employer doesn't mind. Mostly because of the cheque the nice people at the equal opportunity office sends him every month, but also partly because Simon often gets so distracted by his work, that he forgets to go home until several hours after he's meant to.

Once again, Simon becomes suddenly aware that the noise which usually resides in his office building has long since gone home for the night.

You ponder the fundamental laws of the universe. You wonder if you're still in the universe. Actually, what is this universe thing? Was there ever gravity? Did I just make that up? Should really stop making up words for fictional concepts.

You switch out a blade and cut the threads that bind the parachute to you, giving it freedom.

The parachute doesn't care. It's perfectly happy just hanging there.

You pull a line and the parachute folds out a little in that direction. then gets back to hanging there.

You activate a parachute, which you had strapped on. The folded chute pops out of the bag, then just kind of hangs there.

The abyss looks back at you.

Stanley's grandchildren, taking the story to heart, sought out exciting, albiet short, lives. One as a demolitions expert, the other as a swamp guide.

Another man feels the urge to play The Stanley Parable.

Another man in a world seperate to one but the same as another, chuckles at an internet post. He feels that someone is overthinking things. Especially since the idea of one person telling a story based on input from another is not limited to computers, antique or otherwise. Another man eats his dinner completely unaware of the men and their attempts at humour and metanarrative, knowing only that everyone must die some day.

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TERMINATE ANOMALY

You are suddenly erased from the universe.

You are not in a room.

Another man wishes he had some brilliant metanarrative grenade that would blow someone else's mind. He pushes the post button anyway.