> dial 9/11
You dial 9, slash, 1, and 1. Someone answers.
> "Hello, is this 9/11?"
> "Just wondering - is it true that you were actually planned by the Bush Administration and covered up by the CIA in order for the New World Order to conquer the Middle East as the first step in bringing about the Second Coming?"
"Geez! WHEN will you people stop asking me those stupid questions?! I tell you, nobody ever asks about my long-term historical significance! It's always just 'Were you faked by the Freemasons or NASA or-"
Click. The line goes dead. You suddenly hear the sound of approaching choppers.
It's too late - the black helicopters have landed, and the stormtroopers are holding you down while a guy injects you with an air-filled syringe.
It appears that the last blow was too much for you. I'm afraid that you are dead.
As you take your last breath, you feel relieved of your burdens. The feeling passes as you find yourself before the gates of Hell, where the spirits jeer at you and deny you entry. Your senses are disturbed. The objects in the dungeon appear indistinct, bleached of color, even unreal.
> examine me
You appear to be made of a translucent floating white substance. There seems to be a golden halo hovering above your head.