You scurry silently from your bed, immediately awoken by the sound of outsiders. How did they know that you are here? Who are they? You peer through the parascope that you installed on the second floor, focusing in the front door. You see no one, that's not a surprise. If they knew enough to find you then they definitely knew enough not to show themselves. What you did see though, was a box
run downstairs with child-like glee to fling open the box
tactical nuke
warily creep downstairs, clear the area, and examin the box
go cry in your panic room
You scramble downstairs clumsily and scrable at your fifteen locks. Once the door is properly unbarred then you fling it open and grab for your prize. The moment your fingers make contact with it, you stop existing. The box was filled with explosives and now you are dead. Better luck next time
You are a normal, average brony with a normal, average life. You, being normal and average awake in your plain, boring bed to the sound of a knock at the door. What is your response?
groggily go answer the door
> cloak yourself in darkness and observe your enemy
hurry and try to get dressed before answering the doordoor
grab your gun and pull it on whomever is at the door
