Daytime, City
I'm getting a few things here near my spawn point before I move out into the countryside. What's this? A spray bottle?
Disinfectant. What does that do? Crap, I clicked the wheel. What? I drank the disinfectant? What the heck?
OK, OK, stay calm. Let's see, I should drink lots of water.
Aha, a well. Let's drink. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink...
Drink. Drink. Drink. I'm stuffed. OK, I haven't passed out. It's been quite a while. This is looking good.
Ah, I'm puking. Good deal. Get that stuff out. Now what? Everything's fuzzy. OK, let's wait this out...
Now I'm unconscious. Great. Respawn...
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