I didn't take it seriously when the wretched old woman read my fortune and told me I would die on this date. Why should I have?
Just because she's been right about everything else?
But it is different now. Because it turns out it's not just me, it's everyone. Like the banner above the window says:
WELCOME TO THE END OF THE WORLD.
The prophecies have come true, one by one. The earthquakes, the eruptions, the sun turning red. And they've accelerated; the final three all came yesterday, so there is no denying it. Even the most skeptical today are mute, with leaden faces.
But even in my last hours, or perhaps last minutes, I am not scared. I will occupy my time with activity, for what else is there to do?
an interactive punishment by Sam Barlow--no, wait, Sean Barrett--Copyright 2000
Release 1 / Serial number 000218 / Inform v6.21vs Library 6/9stb
I stand inside the monotrain station, on the balcony beside the window looking out over the city. A train is ready to depart; the conductor hollers out a final call for passengers, but the few remaining people ignore her. The door into the ticket booth is closed, but I can always just go back out of the station.
I consider what to do.
I'll...