BLOOD AND THUNDER!
The crowds are suddenly too much
for you. Snarling with rage, you seize a passer-by by the shoulder and
the neck and pull until their head flies off in a spectacular shower of
blood. As the surrounding people mill about in shock, your sanity returns
like a cold wave and you realise that, what with this and the
dimension-hopping insect using you as entertainment, you are actually now
in quite serious trouble. You run blindly along Cornmarket street, your
eyes wild with fear and panic, pushing those few fools who try to stop you
into the path of cyclists. You hear the distant sound of police sirens
and hesitate.
Is it best to hide in HMV,
or
to keep running?