Drink that Sucker down!

You pop open the top of the vial and hear a faint sizzle. Drinking it down you think it tastes vaguely of Mountain Dew.

Hmm. You dont feel any different. Darn.
Oh well, you turn to close the door and suddenly your stomach is wracked with pain
"shit" you think "maybe drinking something from a random box wasnt such a good idea"
Doubled over on the ground you try to stand up and reach for the door, so at the very least noone will see you. But you collapse on the floor gasping for air. It feels like your insides are burning and your skin is frozen solid. Your brain is in a vice and your limbs are turned to jelly. Everything is topsy turvy and insane what is going on?

Staggering upwards you reach the doorknob just as a final rush of pain shoots through your body "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" You Black Out.

You open your eyes to see you ceiling fan lazily drifting on the roof. You sit up, you must have fell on the floor and hit your head. But you feel better now. In fact, you feel great, better that you have in a long time, maybe better than you ever have. Standing up you notice something in your hand. Its.. the doorknob. And on the floor next to you is the rest of the door shattered and splintered with bent hinges hanging off the frame. You figure you must have caught it as you fell, but.... damn, theres not that much of the door left.

Still, doors dont matter. What matters is that you feel awesome, you can do anything everything. "What the FUCK am i doing inside?' you ask yourself.
And then you begin to feel it, the rising urge, the tidal wave of strength and need and desire. Its time to get some.
Feeling mighty fine, you could go after that hot piece of ass Shannon, or maybe hit a bar or a club, hell you could go to the gym and pick up some hotties there, or anywhere really.