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[Elvisdogs]

KILL

[Spinal_Taper]

Flee. Retrieve sniper rifle, then kill.

[Yoink]

>Urinate on all the truck's tires whilst they aren't looking

then

>Follow them with STEALTH

[Dredonius]

Flee. Retrieve sniper rifle, then kill.

You flee the area. Unfortunately, you do not have a sniper rifle.

>Urinate on all the truck's tires whilst they aren't looking

then

>Follow them with STEALTH

You relieve yourself on the tires of the truck. Unfortunately for you,  this is the infamous Dogcatcher's truck. You are thrown into a small cage in the back of the van. As they drive away, your eyes adjust to the darkness. There are three other dogs there.

What do you do?

[Yoink]

>Live out our last moments of freedom in a frenzy of tail-wagging, butt-sniffing and mating

>Alternatively, force our chance companions to bow to our rule, then command them to bust us the hell out of there.



...Actually, screw that, >Do both at once!

[Donuts]

Use the epic lockpicking claws yer got!

[Dredonius]

Use the epic lockpicking claws yer got!

You look at your claws. They aren't epic, nor lock picky.

>Live out our last moments of freedom in a frenzy of tail-wagging, butt-sniffing and mating

>Alternatively, force our chance companions to bow to our rule, then command them to bust us the hell out of there.



...Actually, screw that, >Do both at once!

You start a frenzy inside the truck. People outside the truck would later describe it as "Shaking violently, with paws covering every back window"

Later, when you are finished with your frenzy, you decide to become a pack leader. Yelling revolutionary slogans to your compadres, you all slam into the flimsy metal doors, throwing them high into the air, and causing them to fall in a nearby baseball field.

You have the option to name your pack.

What do you do?

[Mullet Master]

Name your pack "WOOFF WOOOF WOOOOORRUGH WOOF".
Lead your pack on an expedition to RAID TRASH CANS FOR ROTTEN FOOD!

[Yoink]

How about RR-RR-RR YAP WOOF? Sounds more... Edgy and rebellious, ya know?

But yes, tasty trash! We must have it!

>Bark at any hoboes living amongst the trash while we're at it.

[Dredonius]

Your pack rejoices at their edgy, rebellious name. RR-RR-RR YAP WOOF is the newest, coolest, pack in town. 4 more dogs join.

You pick through every trash can in town, disturbing some rats and Zombie Hobo Abraham Lincoln on your way. Your pack now has +1 Garbage Rummaging.

But, as you wander through the darkened alleyways, you see a few dark shadows dart off into the street. When you get to the trash cans, you find that they are already rummaged through!

What do you do?

[Flying Dice]

Chase shadows, hump them.

[Yoink]

>Bark insults at them, whoever they are.

[Dredonius]

>Bark insults at them, whoever they are.

You start to bark up a storm of the worst insults in the dog language. "WOOF WOOF ARF OOF RUFF URF ARF!" There is no answer.

Chase shadows, hump them.

You run after the shadows, but they seem to have disappeared. In their place is a small collar with the name: "Elvis" on the side.

What Now?

[Mullet Master]

Pick up dog collar with mouth. Round up pack and head into nearest supermarket.

FRAME ELVIS FOR SUPERMARKET DESTRUCTION.

[Dredonius]

You and your pack run pell-mell into the nearest supermarket, smashing cans, bottles, and floor tiles. You eat every single bit of dog food you can find, and run out of the ransacked store, trailing pieces of toilet paper and banana peel behind you. Little do the customers know, it was totally "Elvis" that did it. Totally.

What now?