My story

I wake up. The clock says 174. It is broken. I should fix it, but not now. I get up and and secretly tiptoe silently to avoid the cameras. I told them I didn't want a film made about me but they still do it. I'm walking through the forest when I come across a man with a bow and arrow. I start to walk away from him, he was probably just another cameraman.

I see a random man walking through the forest. He looks like he is hidin20g. But from what? Well, better safe than sorry, I think to myself. I grab an arrow, a poisonous one, for good measure, and fire it. 
       
Unexpectedly he pulls a bow back and he fires the arrow straight at me. It had very deadly poison on it. I conveniently fell onto and a chair in the forest and died. 

The man falls backwards and dies. He falls onto a chair. I don't really feel bad. He seemed like he was up to something. I'm hungry, I think to myself, so I go and get some pizza.

THE END

                                                                                                                   

This story is not associated with "IM BAAAAAAAACK!!!! (As a Native American)" or "the year 2015." Copyright 2015. Anybody caught copying this story will have a 15 minute timeout and no TV for 2 days.

Role: You suspect people are secretly making a film about you.