Rocketship to Mars

You stab him in the gut with the fork and watch his guts pour out. He squeals a helpless, Martian squeal and you realize at once that, not only was he not Michael, but he was not a Martian.

And he was your spouse, who now lays in blood, dying.

This tragedy saddens you to the point that you turn yourself in to the police and are incarcerated for the duration of the story. By the time you leave this section, the story will be over. So don't bother reading on.

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