I was a tourist in some foreign country, a totalitarian state in South America. I come across some old dump of a place, and what do you know? It's a hideout for revolutionaries. And there were commandoes outside, staking the place out. Naturally, I got out of there, but not before things were being shot up. Next, I was back at the condo that I'm staying in this week, near a beach. I walk out, only to see the commandoes rushing towards me, weapons blazing. I ran like hell through the nearby camping ground, bullets whizzing by me. Strangely, none of the people residing there took notice. I got back to the condo, the commandoes long gone. My parents and I bump into a girl, who tells us that they were coming. And wouldn't you know it, they were right in front of us, in civilian clothing this time. There's a little altercation. My dad got stabbed, but I forgot what happened to him. Mom and I get chased across the state by the commandoes, and the last thing I remember is me telling Mom that we should report this to the FBI.
Crazy.
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Yes, I'm still alive.