"Das ist nicht gutt!" Exclaims the ambiguous German stereotype. Grap ze elyphont rifle froom ze vall und geev eet to ze kinder joost een case.
You grab the rifle. Indeed, in these times one can be never too sure who's behind one's door so being prepared for worst is only natural.
Knock knock. Gonna open the door or what?
"Food will have to wait, there's a bunch of dodgy people outside. You need to hide."
Quietly lock the door, and take the kid the fallout shelter under the house. On the way there, grab the shotgun from it's case.
The kid tries to sneak behind a couch, but you grab him/her by neck and drag him/her down to the shelter. And the shotgun.
And quickly draw a booby trapped sacrificial pentragram in front of the window.
You are not sure if magic learned from D&D sessions will actually help in reality, but maybe thugs will believe it works. It only takes few seconds after all. Done. Now down into safety.
Activate the laser trap over your front door before going to the bunker.
You completely ignore the police chatting with you and run inside to activate your traps. The police run after you but you barely manage to get inside first. Locking the door is completely another matter. You end up in a tug-o-war with the police over the door, and you are not doing too well.
"She's here!" The police yells. Which makes you believe there's more than one police.
"I'm sorry, but my work is at a very delicate stage. I must ask you to leave."
Upload my consciousness into a data container that will propagate itself deathlessly through the internet until the end of time.
During the upload process there's an unfortunate power outage. Even when you have so many buffers and backup genertors to keep electricity flowing, the brief disturbance is enough to corrupt your half-finished digital copy useless and shock you into vegetable state.
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