Here's a summary of my general experience:
6 Days to save the world, I only have one chance.
Me: Hmm I wonder what is going to cause the end of the world, and I really hope this once chance thing isn't some stupid event that is easy to miss or some quicktime event.
Wake up, hmm not a bad place, could you some more decor, exploration time! Molly's room, sure why not, oh so I have a child...and she doesn't want to go to school... yea I'm going to leave now.
Hey a wife, not bad a little homely looking, hopefully I'm tapping the hot secretary at work.
Hey a newspaper, what?! I cured fucking cancer! HELL YEA. Who da man! Hey Molly you know what you don't have to go to school, papa is going to be a fucking millionaire!
....well nothing to interact with at home...guess I have to go to work.
>Some douche< Well if isn't the hero
Me: Damn right! *brushes shoulders*
Hey everyone in work is congratulating me, hey some chicks want to get out of here and celebrate, why not? We deserve a break, screw work.
Next day, 5 days left huh...I still haven't seen anything to indicate the end of the world, so whatever.
Why is there a discarded shirt on my floor, did no one bother to pick it up? The hell?
Nothing interesting at home, oh look the paper...Oh sweet mother of god curing cancer is what is going to end the world...seriously you had to rip off The Road...I swear to god if this ends up the same way where the wife offs herself and I end up traveling alone in the world with this kid I am going to be so pissed.
Hey look the banner is gone...I guess with the end of the world being announced removing that banner was a top priority.
Hmm there is a roof access? Might as well check it out in case I ever decide to jump later in this. Hey look some dude is there...oh and he jumped...huh, didn't really know him might as well get back to work--oh great the day ends because the dude jumped off the roof. Oh and I got to meet the president...I guess that dude jumping from the roof was a plus.
4 Days left. Might as well finally get to work and try to save the world.
Wife isn't getting out of bed, oh and look more shirts on the floor...seriously who is doing this? I'm clearly wearing a labcoat and a dark shirt, can't be me. Kid now wants to know why she can't go to school today. Good question!
Newspaper time, oh lovely so apparently my cure has magically turned into a virus...I want to know why and how. There was no mention before that my cure was a virus that cured cancer, but apparently now its a virus that kills cells. I really wish I would've spent more time in Soft Science 101 at Fun University...ah good old FU.
Anyways work....wow I finally got a day of work done...too bad it seems like I just stood there.
3 Days left. Wife still not getting out of bed, more shirts on the ground...screw her.
Another newspaper, people expected to die etc etc...wow I really hope I can go find a cure and that my colleagues have been hard at work and I can swoop in to save the day. Oh holy jesus how did everyone just appear outside my house when I bent over to pick up the paper?! They want me to go to work, that was the plan, I didn't think everyone needed to make a road trip to my house. Go to work, hey the hot co-worker wants to skip out on work...giggidy...oh yea we're doing it in the car. Finally! Hey look it's dark now, wow, I must've been a real stud to spend a whole day rocking that chick's boat. Oh look red coming out of the bathroom. *Knock Knock* Honey? Are in you there most likely dead or bleeding out? I really hope you picked up your fucking shirts off the bedroom floor before you decided to kill yourself. Oh and thanks for over filling the top to the point that when you bled out it would cover the bathroom floor and leak into the hallway. Whatever, I'm going to bed. Oh I can't guess I have to go look at her body, guess I should pretend like I was grief struck just in case the cops show up and think I killed her, I'll just kneel in her blood for a bit.
2 Days left.
Hey the kid was standing in my room when I was sleeping, not creepy at all. Guess I decided to ditch my lab coat. And the kid rides my back like a monkey, lovely. The kid wants to know where mommy is, guess I'll take the 5 foot walk to the bathroom and show her. Oh the body is gone but the blood is still all over the place, guess you came back as a zombie or something honey...still didn't clean up after yourself...
Paper: 50% dying yatta yatta. Oh look I can go to the park or work. Yea probably should get on with the work thing and find that cure.
Oh look everyone at work is dead. God knows why these people got up in the morning, got dressed, and came to work to kill themselves in the hallway. Oh well, it might be time to check out the roof and see if I can finally jump, oh wait the boss is somehow still alive, he reassures me he isn't going to jump and apparently I can't either. Oh well work, stood around again, kid played on the floor with a ball.
Today every thing dies, apparently I HAD my chance....no, no I did not. Well got up out of bed, kid monkeys on my back, I ditch her in the hallway with the corpses like a responsible parent and go into my lab, oh look I keel over and die. Well I guess dying alone was the way to go...and not you know dying with my kid, the corpses will look after her, or maybe my zombie wife will come along and take the kid.