You mercilessly imbibe the Clock-Cola. You feel an uneasy quease form in your gullet, yearning to escape but you hold it back, awaiting the perfect moment of release to maximize voluminous output. At the crucial moment, you unleash the fury, a belch worthy of legend. To your amazement, the burp is so epic that you instantly feel your existence get torn into pieces of soul-shrapnel, all present in different planes of possibility. You try to gather yourself and after what seems like a lifetime, you manage to coalesce to a point of consciousness and you see before you (all at once) the potential places you could inhabit.

You can:

Materialize in the midst of a medieval battle
Go to hell
Fall into a seemingly endless desert
Appear amongst a futuristic city as a 60 foot giant