... I was alone, surrounded by abrasive pink walls, all enclosing me from the endless void beyond. My only ally, the bomb. Or so I thought... I began conversation (I'm not usually one for conversation), but I must have struck a nerve or something because the bomb got mad... Really mad. so mad that it's hair, a loooonnggg singular strand burst into flame. In shock, I rushed to blow it out but to no avail. "Drat," I thought. "I knew I should have brought my inhaler with me into the void." As the flame grew closer to the bomb, I knew it was over. I sighed with my raspy throat just as the bomb detonated and everything went black. ... 66 seconds. I had failed, but I couldn't help but wonder in my dying moments: Why didn't the bomb have a moustache? A shame really...
All jokes aside, this was a very fun and stressful game!