In many video games, there are certain acts that will save your game, like building a camp, touching an object, or going to sleep.
Sometimes these saves come after a difficult part in the game has been finished.
Other times, these saves appear not as a respite, but rather as an indication that something more sinister lies just ahead. A challenging puzzle; an arduous journey; even a formidable battle.
Well, as it turns out, real life has these checkpoints, too. I don’t know if it’s the same for everyone, but for me, it’s taking a shower.
Most people don’t even realize this phenomenon exists. You don’t remember dying. Memories after the save point are not retained.
I must be special though, because when you’re in a position like mine, well… things work differently. **I remember.** I cannot say I recall dying exactly, but I do know some things.
For example, I know what I have at my disposal: two towels, a t-shirt, a pair of pajama pants, a curling iron, and three seconds.
Three seconds to think. Three seconds to plan. Three seconds between opening the door to my bathroom, and the first swing of his axe.
I don’t know how many times I repeated the loop before I began to remember, and I’ve lost count of the repetitions since. But every time, I found myself back under the soothing hot shower jet.
I almost got him with the iron once. But after more than twenty failed attempts, I’m not sure I can do it again. Yet I have to try. I have no choice, this is my save point. Three seconds.
Here we go…
My thanks to /u/lokiago, who collaborated with me on this story.
[Narrated on Youtube](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=epNzjhkrZb4) by the incredible [deadjosey](/u/deadjosey) !!!!