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New Year begins with last nights nocturnal wandering, I believe inspired by the opening of the Burj...

'A large glass office building in the city, empty owing to a potential attack by a separatist movement/elves. No-one explains which though. I have a gun, and am prepared to defend myself. I hide in the toilet, pointing the gun at the door. If anyone comes in, I will shoot them. A steady stream of people enter, I shoot none of them. 'If we're all in the same room, this will be a massacre', I say, and exit tentatively. The office is quiet, and I make my way slowly to the top floor. My partner is up there, gun holstered. There is a meeting going on in a open plan room, with a cafe in the background. I wait for the meeting to finish, and keep my gun out. As the meeting concludes, a woman comments that all the lifts in the building are coming up to the top floor simultaneously. I take this to be the terrorists/fairies opening salvo. An arrow flies past me from an unknown assailant. I fire off two rounds in to nothing. I decide to take the stairs, sliding from one floor to another through odd plastic cubes. I reach the second floor, and jump in to the foyer. As I do, a car crashes through the window, throwing me to the floor. A man gets out and hovers over me. I shoot at him, but nothing happens. He grins. 'How are you doing this?' I say. He doesn't respond. I put the gun in my mouth and shoot myself, knowing I will come back to life later to fight the unnamed 'bad guys' again (a tad Cptn Jack sadly)'
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