Okay tonight you’re visited by space aliens who love a good laugh and using their wild and whacky space alien superpowers make it so that starting tomorrow at midnight you’ll be invincible … nothing can harm or kill you … absolutely nothing. But then 24 hours later BAMO (space aliens like to use the term BAMO) you’re back to normal.
Just for the record, your clothes and anything you’re carrying are not invincible just your body (i.e. if you jump into fire or a volcano, you’d exit unharmed but naked)
Strangely this idea came to me while watching CNN.
Sadly, I would sleep until 6am, wake my SO up so he can get ready for work, roll out of bed myself about 640 and get ready, go to work, come home and either play EVE Online or LOTRO and then go to bed.
The invincibility would be totally wasted on me. Good grief, I’m boring.
I’d go on scary amusement park rides with my son. I’m the wimpy mom who, at Disney World, goes to the International Showcase at Epcot while the menfolk are on Test Track or whatever and it would mean so much to him if I went on some of this stuff with him just once, because I knew nothing bad could happen to me.
I’d start making wild bets. Someone out there must be gullible enough to take the “I bet a thousand bucks I can jump off this skyscraper and get up and walk away after” bet. Repeat for 24 hours.
Either that, or I’m guessing the US Government would have some amazingly profitable use for me.
I suppose you could (assuming a political bend here) bust prisoners out of GITMO … not sure how much good that would do AND there’d be hell to pay after 24 hours AND you’d likely get a lot of prisoners killed …
Charter a ship to a known ship wreck site?
Fullfill some really wild sexual fantasy without thought to STD?
Do something crazy and try to capitalize on your strange ability to just ‘walk away’ the next day?
Hmmm…24 hours isn’t much time. I’s probably just douse myself in gasoline, light it and go on a flaming rampage.
Problem is I wouldn’t be super strong, right? Like if I jump in front of a truck, I won’t crumple it like The Thing or a Terminator robot. It’s just knock me up the street a hundred yards?
Assuming I could get down and back quickly enough to not die in transit while still having enough time to make the trip worthwhile, I’d get me a mondo-powerful flashlight and go explore the wreckage of the Titanic. I know it’s not part of the deal, but elevated strength would quite likely be indispensable to avoid being trapped by falling wreckage.
I assume you could still be swallowed whole by a shark and remain imprisoned, invincibly alive in its stomach, until the 24 hours were up. That would suck.
Well, alien abduction and all…I’d like to think that the anal probe was for SOME reason. At least buy me a dinner with that kind of probing, you alien bastards.