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The grenade explodes with a deafening roar, and you are lifted off the ground and hurled bodily through the air by the force of the blast. Sharp, stinging cores of pain lance through your limbs and body, and fearfully you clasp your hands to your midriff as you come crashing to the ground. Warm blood oozes between your fingers, but although you are incapable of moving, you no longer feel pain. A great stillness descends on you as you prepare to meet your maker.

Tragically, your journey and your life come to an end here at Picacho, California.