If you decide to hang out in your old and small rickety shed, like you did during storms as a child

You run through the storm to the shed. You forgot the key so you can't get in. On your way back a purple lightning bolt hits you and explodes, sending pieces of you flying end over end to splatter against the walls of the various houses of the neighborhood.

The End

But not The Endfor long. You are now back into the game thanks to the soul re-cycling program called reincarnation. No closer to nirvana you are now a journalist the same age as you and living the same time. Many people don't realize that you can reincarnate to a life lived simo with the one you have now time means nothing where this process occurs.

New reincarnation