Bruce is taking a walk in the woods this Saturday, avoiding everyone and speculating idly what's going to happen in his DnD campaign on Monday. Even if he had been paying more attention, he probably wouldn't've seen the sinkhole opening in time to avoid falling in.
He wonders, as he's falling faster than he can scramble back up, if this is it, if God is tired of allowing him to live and he's being dragged down to Hell.
 
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