[ WP ] You are going about your typical day until you stumble across a stack of first aid kits and words `` auto saved '' flashes midair in front of you .

It was not often that I saw a pile of first aid kits outside of a supply closet, and I manage to avoid those. 
 
 Seeing floating text is unusual. `` Auto saved'' is not a good sign. Not only does it mean that my life exists in an entirely different context than I had expected, it also means that I'll have to do something difficult, or otherwise deadly. 
 
 It also meant that I was either the subject of a video game, or a terrible writing prompt. In either case, it was unlikely that the experience would be positive. 
 
 I picked up a first aid kit. I opened the box, my idea had born fruit. Inside was a small bottle of rubbing alcohol, just concentrated enough to catch fire. 
 
 I like having a lighter, not that I need to justify carrying one around to you, it's just nice having the ability to start a fire should I desire to. Also in the first aid kit were things like sterile gauze or wipes. Wipes seem like the winning item. 
 
 I prepare a few cocktails. Fortunately, I have no idea whats coming, but that does n't matter, my pockets are full of alcohol and wipes. There's nothing that this incendiaries wo n't help bring to a conclusion. 
 
 I walk a little down the hallway, a short screaming man runs at me. He is on fire. I realize the mistake I have made as he runs into the makeshift Molotov cocktails in my pockets. 
 
 Through the burning sensation, I do n't think I'll try to be clever with incendiaries again.
