You (Austria-Hungary) were riding around with your parents, Austrian Empire and Kingdom of Hungary. You were in the car, riding around near the Serb Border.

You, the heir to the Austrian throne, was cheered on by everyone.

Background. An assassin, Serbia, was waiting. Waiting for you to get close enough to shoot.

Suddenly, a gunshot. Your body goes limp into Austrian Empire’s lap.

Screaming. Screaming everywhere.

Citizen: “OH GOD! THE ARCHDUKE IS DEAD! HE’S DEAD!”