Seconds before the axe blade severs your friend’s feet you’ll realize the truth.
“It’s not an axe blade at all!” you’ll yell at him while he writhes on the floor. “It’s a scythe blade!”
“What?” he’ll moan at you.
“A scythe blade!” you’ll shout at him. “Like, for harvesting crops.”
“Oh,” he’ll groan in response. “How does that help me?” he’ll beg.
You’ll shrug.
That’ll be the last thing your friend will see as the scythe doubles back and catches him in the base of the neck, mercifully ending the twist spectacle that his life has become over the last few seconds.
You’ll sit there and stare at his corpse, wondering how this new piece of information can be put to good use. After a lot of pondering you’ll realize that it can’t, and that the real lesson here is that no amount of hillbilly gold is worth your life.
Congratulations on Realizing the Truth!
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