You bravely step up to the book and heft the top half over on the stand. Along with about 70 billion years worth of dust come sixty pounds worth of razor-sharp paper-blades. Whirling about you in attack formation, you are lost in the blizzard of tiny yet well-aimed papercuts.
Adj. Having lost life; no longer alive: you're DEAD.
Go brag about your death at the
GRAVEYARD.
Or START OVER.