Rocketship to Mars

"Duh!" shouts the president. "You are a complete idiot. I am the most powerful man in the universe."

He says the end of this sentence as a hail storm of bullets and piercing laser shots rip through your frail, stupid body. You fall to the ground, your life leaking out through the hundred or so bullet sized holes that make your body look like a big, bloody slab of baby swiss.

The troopers that broke the door laugh and laugh and laugh. While standing over your corpse they comment on your epic stupidity.

You wonder if you made a poor decision. You wish you could start over.

Do you feel you made a poor decision?

Do you feel you made a good decision?