"Game Over" Again you shout at the screen, "No Felicia! Why did you have to die?" Tis the end for your wondrously attractive and smart girlfriend; yet again pulled asunder into the grave by the cold, clammy, and unrelenting hands of the game's general design. Despite your best attempts to keep her alive all you can do is watch her die, again, again, and again. You have explored every venue possible; at last what you suspected at the back of your mind gets implied by Felicia. You now understand that you can't live happily ever after with Felicia. She is smart, intuitive, and enchanting, but the best night you could possibly have with her serves to make you love her character as much as one could love a character in an indie game. So what can you do? Pick the last choice on the first interchange? Never meet her for her own good? It's a cruel, cruel world out there, and you begin to suspect that the creator of the game has clearly seen The butterfly Effect and viewed the alternate ending as well. Still the question remains: WHAT CAN I DO? Well, you can't possibly rewrite the game (at least not yet you are planning on going to college to be a software engineer, and this will make a great pet project in college.), so what can you do? Well, despite your clear reservation about writing a new ending due to your current failure to master the various aspects of the English language, particularly grammar and style, you decide that a fanfiction ending is better than no ending at all. "Save the Date", ha, that is just a game. No game can tell you how the game is played… At least not if you can do yourself the slightest service in making up an ending as that very game at one point advises you to do. So now at last for the real ending, or at least as real as the original one, made by one person who by no means deserves more say so into the ending of his game than the people who play it. What would the game designer be without people to play it? Now let us commence. You are up on a hill with Felicia, and it is a beautiful night at her favorite spot. You have just explained to her that she is in a game and she is going to die. She seems to take it all pretty well as she shifts over to the other side of the bench, the one that won't have a meteor crashing down on it after a few more conversational interchanges. The shooting stars appear, and you keep her alive using the same choices as last time because you know if you keep asking her questions that you already know her responses to then at least it will keep her alive a bit longer. Then suddenly, as you are about to watch her die once again on this day, May 5th at 5:55 p.m., something miraculous happens. Five, the number of grace, does you a favor. The aliens are shot down by our brave men and women serving in our nations armed forces, and you get another day with Felicia. What happens with this day you wonder, now that you are clearly somewhere (likely in a coma induced by a seizure you are having from too many video games) outside of the games programming but inside the twilight zone. Well, what happens in this venue of the game is perhaps the most miraculous thing of all. Like our own lives, the game is what you make of it. God's divine gift of free will has spread (even if you are just pretending) to the game as well. Enjoy it, and when you are done imagining your day, use your imagination to write an even better fanfiction ending than this one.