[68] written by Oeb

You quickly reach down to grab your face and smush it back on
your skull. Success! The blood dried and clotted just perfectly to hold
a permanently disgruntled visage. You, however, realize that John
Dillinger is still there and still holding a shotgun -- with intent of
using it. You think about pleading for mercy, but what good would it
do, your face is permanently marked, "pissed off."

John Dillinger promptly sticks the barrel of the gun in your
mouth and pulls the trigger removing the head you had just affixed your
face onto. And you're sad because life goes on. You end.