[ WP ] We are all the protagonists of our own stories , but every once in a while a message arrives for you and tells you that your genre has changed . Yours has just changed from 'slice of life ' to ... ?

I looked down. The corpse of my last victim, strangled and silent, eyes bulging. Not a pleasant way to go, but he deserved it. I'd just started to cut when... 
 
 [ Beep beep ] went the phone. Who could that be? 
 
 Lowering the knife, I rolled back a glove and grabbed the phone up. Tapped in my 4 digit code, and voila! 
 
 A message from Genre. Oh no... here we go again. 
 
 Hmm... this is going to be... interesting... 
 
 I dropped the phone on my foot. Since I was n't wearing shoes it stung so I yelled aloud and started hopping up and down. This sent me off balance and I fell forward, windmilling in the air, and landed with a crash on the body with a loud thud. Nose-to-nose. 
 
 Urgh. Gross. All of this effort and nobody watching. Sigh. 
 
 I rolled sideways off, misjudging the distance, hit the ground and continued an extra couple of rolls until I was resting in the body bag, the knife having been dislodged by my movement dropped and landed right between my legs. I squealed! 
 
 Standing, I stepped forward, reached for the phone but slipped in some of the blood from that first cut. This sent me sliding uncontrollably to the table, where with a crack I bashed my shin. Yowl! 
 
 Warily I looked at the message again. It simply said'SLAPSTICK'. It was going to be a long night.
