Living out every ostrich’s fantasy, you close your eyes, raise a fist to the sky, and blast off!
Well, you try to, anyway. It takes longer than you expected. Maybe it just takes a second to start flying. I mean, this is an adventure game, right? It makes sense that you could fly. It would be dumb if you couldn’t.
“Up and Away!” You yell. They wouldn’t have that option if it wasn’t going to work somehow?
As you stand there waiting to blast into the air, the man on the bench awakens, stretches, notices you, sits there watching you, tries to get your attention, goes back, sits on the bench, and naps for just about fifteen minutes more since he was right in the middle of deep sleep when you rudely yelled and is seriously feeling tired still.
“Tired like a duck,” nobody says!
You’re still standing there, staring dumbly at the sky, when he wakes back up. “Why not?” he thinks to himself. He then punches you squarely in the back of your head.
He only meant to steal your wallet, but he’s been working out a ton and kind of caved in your skull a little. “Sorry,” he says to you as you die on the floor, and partially means it.