About a year ago, you died. Your family mourned for you, held a funeral, and you were buried in a cemetery. Though, before your death, you made a request, and that was for your tombstone to read; "GAME OVER CONTINUE?" And have a small slot for coins at the bottom. One dusk evening, a young woman found herself wandering the cemetery in which you had been buried, and eventually came across your tombstone. She crouched down to read it, before a soft chuckle escaped her lips, and she dug through her bag for loose change. As she pulled out a quarter and gently slipped it into the coin slot, the wind began to pick up, tousling her hair, before eventually beginning to whip it around. Suddenly, your eyes snapped open, and you were met with the sensation of your uncomfortable wooden casket, and you started pounding on the lid until it broke, and desperately clawed your way through the dirt. Eventually, your hand reaches air, bursting out of the ground, which startles the girl, eliciting a yelp from her. You struggle to crawl out from the dirt, but when your head is above the soil, you take a deep breath of relief. The girl stares down at you, bewildered. "You're... alive?" Her voice was soft as she stared down at you.