You leaped into existence on January 12, 1987 and everything went terribly wrong. The world was consumed by a never-ending supply of nachos. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to start a nacho-themed restaurant, but little did you know that your nemesis, a rival restaurateur named 'Nacho Vezga', had a plan to turn you into a human-salad hybrid.
You have a 50/50 chance of escaping the nacho-induced apocalypse. Roll the dice and make your next move: