Your hand eye coordination is off, so you miss. You land face first into the sand in front of you. He ignores you and picking up his tin of beans begins to eat it.

"You're a mess," he says in a gravely voice.

NO YOU'RE A MESS. Fling your body into him.

Hot

You fling yourself into him, fists working overtime, when suddenly you stop, collapsed into his shoulder you cry like a small child. You grasp your head as you push it into the comfort of his clothes. He tenses, not familiar with a base need like physical contact, and awkwardly pats you on the back.

Give him a smooch on the cheek.

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Kiss him, passionately.

Your hand eye coordination is off, so you miss. You land face first into the sand in front of you.

"You're a mess," he says in a gravely voice.

"Well you're an asshole. I never want to see you again." Run away.

You run without direction further into the desert. It has started to cold, and your tears freeze to the side of your face. You have nothing but the clothes on your back and your wallet. But in the cold desert that will do nothing to help you.

Cry more. Continue to run until pain prevents further running.

Run back to the man and start singing this.

You keep running until you are exhausted. You fall to your knees among the sand dunes, legs refusing to go any further. You hear the crackle of a fire behind you, and you strain your neck to see the man at his fire, resuming his consumption of beans.

Your tantrum only took you about fifty feet away from him.

Search for the redTEC building so you can return to work.

Successfully commit suicide for being such a monumental failure.

You are incapable of suicide at the moment.

You wander around a little bit, not sure which direction the redTEC building is.

The redTEC building is to the west! Head west and fight off the natives.

I beg to differ.

This whole chain of events leads one to question RedTEC's hiring practices.

The man, noticing your inner struggle with recent events comes and sits next to you. "I see that you are...confused." You say nothing. "Perhaps you would like to know who I am?"

"Nope. Never tell me who you are. Not even if I ask in the future."