You chose: Climb to high ground and wait for help
You army crawl to a small hill in the center of the tiger cage. You’ve lost a lot of blood and consider giving up. “Live by the tiger, die by the tiger,” you mumble bad-ass-ly to yourself. You look up to see the towering “King of Tigers” throne that you had previously constructed for the opening of your failed reality show.
A tidal wave of adrenaline crashes over your body and you roar out over your domain for all to hear: “I am the King of Tigers, motherf#&%er!” You claw your way into the seat and take you rightful place on the Tiger Throne.
Then you die from blood loss. What a way to go, though. Amiright?!