Current Events > Which of these two scenarios is preferable to you?

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Offscreen antics have taken place and now you are besieged by one of these two scenarios. I don't think a preference is going to do much to sway these vaguely defined offscreen antics but eh.

Scenario A: The setting is an unusually quiet and spacious city centre enjoying a cool winter evening. Footprint filled snow coats pathways and slushy ice acting as a canvas for car tracks in it fills roads. The cold air is counteracted by the warmth of a nearby bakery which also graces the scene with the scent of chocolate and fresh bread. Blockbuster has inexplicably revived and has put an end to people buying broken messes at full price. The rental strikes fear into the dev and joy into the hearts of the consumer. No music is playing but everyone seems to have a spring in their step and a melody on their mind. Next door to Blockbuster however, is the filing cabinet museum where you and your colleagues have inexplicably elected to spend the day.
"Yep. It's a filing cabinet" Mumbles a guy named Fillmore who you just befriended.
"This one has five drawers but it's a bit tall for my liking..." Mumbles your best friend in the world Corky, in a tone soaked in lethargy and ennui.
"Whaddya think of this one (CE User)?" Asks someone you don't know.
You approach the innocuous looking filing cabinet and repeat the same idiotic process you've been partaking in for about half an hour now. Look at filing cabinet. Look closer at the draw's handle. Pull drawer open. Annoying screechy creek sound. Look inside. Nothing inside. Shut filing cabinet. Next filing cabinet.
"I don't really care for it, honestly. You answer.
"Well I don't care for you!" Retorts the nameless bystander with a vigor and enthusiasm that the filing cabinet museum hadn't seen since the former owner was F5'd off the top of a filing cabinet.
"Oh no. Whatever will I do?" You respond, deadpan with a hint of Gene Wilder's Willy Wonka.
"Well for one thing you'll... Not play good video games!" The unknown fellow yells. "As we speak my sinister associate Orson Welles is at the market exchanging all of your video games and some of your sentimental possessions for copies of 'Bilbo: The Game' which isn't even affiliated with Lord of the Rings, as the sticker on the game box will tell you! It's about a 32 year old man who wears gray and loves the Olympics! It's impossible to get past the first level because there's no attack buttons, only multiple dodges!"
You need a moment.
"And after Orson Welles is finished desecratin' yer interactive video entertainment CDROM amassment, he's comin' for YOU!"
You feel an imaginary camera getting a close up of your awestruck gaze.
"Orson Welles has achieved Super Saiyan Blue and will easily destroy you! And in case you were planning on fleeing..."
The unnamed character man deliberately slams a filing cabinet drawer shut pretty hard and causes the filing cabinet museum security measures to activate. Thick steel shutters thunder down and seal off every exit.
You have no chance to survive make your time.

Scenario B: The setting is a flat grassy area, almost mystical in its apparent separation from the hassle of daily life you are accustomed to. Encircled by greenery the pattern is ruined by only a few misplaced trees, though the aesthetic remains pleasing.
"Thank you for making it out here this afternoon, gentlemen." Begins the infamous Philip Seymour Hoffman.
"Heh, glad to have you aboard, rookie." Says Alice Margatroid, graciously offering a handshake to a confused Chris Redfield.
"Your abilities have improved substantially since our last interaction, my friend." Remarks Gaston upon high-fiving M. Bison, sensing a newfound confidence and pride from him.
"How goes it, dude? Better than last time, aye?" Asks George Carlin.
"Well earlier my shoulders hurt and I had a really difficult time finding my pen. Eventually I found it and the pain mostly subsided so I'd say overall I'm doing okay. I don't care how you're doing though so please don't exploit that as an opportunity to talk about yourself. Answers Kyogre.
Then the nefarious Philip Seymour Hoffman redirects everyone's attention and together they all fire a laser at you that makes you permanently 5ft tall and also wheelchair bound and gives you an irremovable, uncoverable glowing MLP face tattoo and gives you an irremovable shiny silver waistcoat that draws lots of unwanted attention to you. Also drawing unwanted attention is the new verbal tick you have where you yell random things Twitch chat would say. People now more often than not feel compelled to run up to you and push you over and stuff you in lockers as well.

tldr