My parents and I are living inside of a massive luxurious mansion, complete with rooms made entirely from glass. Meanwhile outside of the mansion there is an ongoing apocalypse—cars exploding randomly, people going insane for unknown reasons, buildings crumbling to dust—typical apocalypse stuff. Inside the mansion we are safe.
I got into a fight with my father regarding a book which we were using to survive. I had lent it to my parents who had gone behind my back and were intending to sell it. I pushed my father away and confronted my mother behind him. As I did a Glados-esque boss battle ensued within the glass room.
Poisonous gas flooded the room as I danced around effortlessly pushing off surfaces to complete massive jumps through the air. Eventually I stumbled upon a single nail, using it to shatter a piece of glass paneling on the side of the room, allowing the gas to escape. As it escaped my mother cried out as she turned into a stone art piece, “Why!? What are you doing? I though you loved us!”
An art director came into the room and began inspecting the piece, explaining that it was very nice, but that because I had murdered my mother she was going to have to turn me into the police. I avoided her by flying around and eventually calmed her down enough that we could have a conversation. We became so close that we even ordered various items off of Amazon.
As the director left she turned back to me and said, “I’m sorry. But I had to do it.” Suddenly, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson burse through the door of the mansion. I ran as quickly as I could, yelling back, “You can’t catch me!”
“I know. But my drones can.” He said, whipping out a controller as a swarm of drones broke into the mansion through all of the windows.