IAmThatOneGuy

Yes. We could test it more later, but for now let's try @GG0z's idea. *Brings out a chair*

*Writes it down on my fancy clipboard and checks if Test Star 1 is dead* He's still alive. This means that Fizz's Law has transferred Test Star 1's death to Star. I think it's safe to assume that Fizz's Law only transfers to Star.

Great! *Grabs a guy and legally changes his name to Star* Alright, test #1.

You know, I'm interested in experimenting on Fizz's Law... Does it only apply to Star, or can other people with the same name die too? Are animals subject to the law? Is there a way to die that is an exception to the law? How is Star not all dead? hmmmm.... Does anyone want to help me experiment?

So everyone famous is now good at Snakes and Ladders...

I am the game. ...What?

5

39

Haummm.... what's the number? 55?

Mister Mistair, Multiversal Representation of Drama, the Greatest Narrator to ever be, the Writer to end all Writers, The Bestest, Most Awesome, Greatest, Smartest, Humblest Director in existence and beyond, Was narrating about his breakfast. “Most people miss what is right in front of them,” he said to the coffee mug, picking it up as delicately as if it were a priceless artifact. “Everything has a story, even the most mundane of objects.” After taking a long, slow sip of his latte, he gracefully set it down, then raised the napkin. “Take this, for example. This could have once been part of a great tree, the tallest in its forest. Birds nested in its branches. It gave nutrients to the soil. Children played in its shade. It breathed life into the world.” His suit shifted to a stylish green and blue: calm and contemplative. His smile sharpened wickedly. "And then," Mistair said as his suit became violet. “In an instant, a lumberjack came and felled this mighty tree. It was shredded, cooked, bleached, pressed, cut, packaged, shipped, purchased, and destined to be used once before being tossed aside.” He dabbed his mouth delicately, then crushed the napkin in his fist and threw it into the nearby trash. “Beautifully tragic,” he sighed, his suit shifting to pleased green and yellow. “A perfect story arc. All about a little piece of fabric.” He stretched and stood from his seat. “Now… What to do next?”

sighh 2

395

Nooooo 368

Three Hundred sixty six

353

350

347 Dang.

Wellll, uh.... You are only disqualified for that round, of course!

Welcome to "Will Star Survive," A game show about testing the limits of Star's frail, yet somehow persistent mortality and turning it into a game! The objective of the game is to, surprisingly, NOT kill Star! Because otherwise, it is way too easy! If you find an action that does not kill her, you win a prize of 100 thousand TLPL dollars! If you lose, you are disqualified*! *and get subject to experiments trying to find loopholes in the laws of life and death, and exploiting them So what do you say?!

You know something? Whenever you have a law, you test its limits. It's science experiment/game show time.

I decide to celebrate with fireworks! They do not explode into Star and successfully explode in the sky. However, they exploded very low in the sky, and burning sparks rained onto her.

Someone stop me pls 6-6-6...

65- It's Alive

60- Fixed...ee

56- bricks