What do you do? [[Kill all the children]] [[Kill all the doctors]] What? What is wrong with you?? All the children are dead. The world plunges into riots and despair, and the suicide rate quintuples. The people want answers about what has happened, buy the government cannot provide them. Riots spread across the globe. The governments turn to their police and soliders for protection. But of course, a lot of them joined the side of the rioters. And why wouldn't you? They are trying to find out what happened to the children after all. So in the end only the really nasty lot were on the side of the authorities. The right-wing nutjobs who are in it for the violence as much as anything. But then, they are trying to restore law and order. They are trying to save the world. Whose side do you pick? I reckon one more person will make all the difference. [[The rioters]] [[The police]]What is wrong with you? Have you never been ill? All the doctors are dead. Thia means the thousands, literally thousands of patients across the world are immeditely as good as dead. The thousands that join them every day are no better off. This is a worldwide crisis, but a crisis without any solution. The nurses try their best, and a lot of them do a good job, but they are hopelessly outnumbered and overworked. In the end the people decide to chose between two paths to cure their ailments. Religion, or alternative medicine. Which one will you pick? You might as well make the choice. How wrong can you get it after all? Can't be worse than killing all the doctors. [[Religion]] [[Alternative medicine]] You hippy-dippy bellend. The rioters crush the polices' efforts, and the government buildings acroos the world are broken. the rioters ransack the place without much thoughts, and many die in the fires, the stampedes, the collapsing brickwork. And of course thet don't find anything about how the children died. After all, that was you, remember? Had you forgotten already? Gosh, I though that would have meant more to you. By this point it's far too late. So many have died it is impossible for soceity to reform. At best there are small groups of feral survivals, huddling round campfires in dusty former nurseries. Don't forget, it is all your fault. Bloody fascist prick. The police overpower the rioters. Those they don't kill outright they put in camps. it is a bad, bad time. Nobody learns what happened to the children, because there are no answers to give. Society does survive, but it is not fair, not equal, not just. Dictators rule on every continent. The numbers of the population dwindle regardless of what side of the barbed wire fence you are. You chose this. This is the world you created. What a jackass you are.Religion? Really? Was that the reason you killed all the doctors? The churches, temples and synagogues are packed. THose who have never picked up a religious book in their lives joined those who knew every word. Those who couldn't fit in the religious places turn to the hundreds of mior gods who celebratew a more do-it-yourself approach. A billion candles were lit, tons of incense crackled and smoked, and hymns shook the brickwork. It didn't make a lick of difference. Everyone who is poorly still dies. After all, it wasn't the Gods who killed the doctors. It was you. Well done prick. Wow, really? I know there aren't any doctors around to contradict you, but this seems extemely naive. Now the doctors are dead, the public turned to the sugar pill, the acupuncture needles, the postive attitude handbooks. Perhaps they helped with the midlest ailments, those who had not needed curing in the first place. But for the serious illnesses, the mild infections, the colds, there was no respite from illness. A small amount of people made a lot of money very fast, and no lives were saved. You can call them thieves, you can call them charaltans, but don't forget that it was you that killed the doctors. In the end, the people tried remedies from the darkest and oldest corners of civilization. Folk remedies from the Aztecs. The right concentrations of Nile Water and honey from the Anicent Egyptians. Mystic rocks from the beaches of Ireland. None of it worked. Of course they do not work. How on Earth can they work? Eventually even the placebo millionaires lost their health, and joined the rest of the world in the graveyard. Even the children aren't spared. Remember them? You picked them over the doctors. Good choice, dickhead. Guilt by Dylan Spicer [[What do you do?]]