Quit? What do you mean, quit? You're not sure where the thought came from, or even what game you're talking about. Confused, you wander outside, whereupon you find a tree stump with a harpoon stuck inside of it.

You revisit your earlier thoughts. Perhaps you do know what you meant by quit. Really, you always knew. After all, you said it yourself; you don't like this game of life. You're free of the cabin, yet you feel more trapped than ever. There is only one conclusion; your loneliness is your true prison.

There's only one thing left to do, isn't there?

GAME OVER