Too bad that nuke won't fit inside the shotgun...

The next person is left in space with a helmet and underwear.

But underwear is what my employers called my space suit(since it's a secret project going by a codename, a bit like how tanks were developed). I survive due to a successful test.

The next user is on the street in the middle of a zombie invasion. And with no weapons on them.

-_-

I am the ZOMBIE KING.

The next person is stuck drinking cream soda. Generic cream soda.

One does not simply walk into Mordor

The next user falls down 1000000 steps to spikes.

It explodes. That's a micro-nuke, doesn't matter.

the next user is a SPAM.

Les Grandes BUMP