“I need to be more careful,” I mutter under my breath as I approach a new opening. It couldn’t be worse than what happened back there. 

I press my hand against the cool rock of the large tunnel in front of me. The large stones, seemingly ancient. I hear the soft breeze of the jungle around me. I lean into it. Suddenly the whole world shifts and rotates into a vortex of lights around me. I woke up in a tree. The large leaves underneath me sway slightly with my weight.

—Me?

I look at my hands. Rough calluses are formed on my now huge and hairy palms. I need to see my reflection quickly. Below me is blue water. I jump. My new body carries me fast and strong. I land more in the water than I intend. My new face ripples in the water below me.

—A chimpanzee! I am a MONKEY?

I scream, but my voice comes out in a shrill howl and woop. All around me is the sharp dong of a drum. The game must be beginning.

—Oh god, where am I now? Come on Sam, think, think, think!

I look around. There is a bridge over the water I just landed in. A wooden bridge, mostly falling apart. It doesn’t look like it would carry the weight of me. The bridge begins to sway. Suddenly it clicks. The adventure man jumps from the bridge and grabs a rope swinging from the ancient ruins around him. 

—Temple Run. I am in Temple Run. Wait. I am not the player in this game. I am the villain. 

I scream again in the voice that is not mine. I begin to panic. Yet another dead end.

—How do I escape this time?

I am frantic. Looking around there is nothing but the path above me. I jump, yet again surprised by the strength of my new body. The dong bangs again. There must be a new player starting. The rope bridge sways underneath my weight. I launch myself onto the archway above the bridge, and I wait. 

I see him, the small adventure man. Every step he takes, more of our ruins break. An internal part of me feels the way that the ruins shatter. I frown. The pain in my heart is growing with each broken stone. I look up and drop from the sky more chimpanzees. I begin to run in fear, but they soon catch up with me. They are screaming and weeping. The all too familiar sound of the chimpanzees from Temple Run wasn’t a fear tactic, it is sadness. The people are ruining their homes.

I begin to weep with my new brothers. The small man in front of us runs in fear. Something primal in me wants nothing more than to destroy him. I take the lead of the pack.

I look around the game for any small thing that could help me to create the demise of this evil adventure man in our home. Out of the corner of my eye I see a small yellow fruit. Of course, there are bananas.

—Maybe that can help me?