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Turn 1:Skull:You finish up your form, and take a look at your apartment. It's littered with a few failed bombs and broken kits, a switchblade snapped in two, all surrounded by piles of clothing. You really need to clean up, you think to yourself. But you don't have time. You just
love making bombs. Oh, and knives. You like knives, too. You also love to self narrate everything that happens, even though that has lost you a few games of hide and seek before."And on that note," you say to no-one in particular, "I began to wonder what to do. I had broken all my bomb sets, used up all my bombs, and lost all my knives. I quietly wonder what to do next."
Status: Fine.
Skills: +1 to Knives and Bombs, -1 to Stealth.
Inventory:
- Trenchcoat [Wallet (False ID {Rick Gormand, Age 27}, Credit card, various coupons, 100$)]
- Fedora [Candy Corn]
Gurk finished his form and handed it to the important looking man who had arrived in his 'home'. As he got into his car and drove away, Gurk took the moment to look around. He was in a backstreet alley, surrounded by a flimsy metal barricade. Surrounding him were corpses of members of a nearby gang who had been sent to kill him. Of course, he didn't tolerate people coming into his own house and trying to kill him, so he naturally strangled them all to death.
He had found he was good at strangling for some reason, so he wasn't going to let his abilities go to waste.
He was also good at surviving on the streets, which is great if a mission goes wrong.
Unfortunately, his stare would always unnerve anyone who comes into contact with him. Now, what to do next.
Status: Fine.
Skills: +1 to Strangling and Surviving, -1 to Intereacting.
Inventory:
- Jeans, Biker Jacket [Multiple Wallets (Numerous IDs {Most of them don't look like you, except yours}, 1000$ total, Various coupons, Various Credit Cards {None are yours though})]
Sam finished his form and wheeled around in his chair. He was brimming with excitement. He was finally gonna get out of this place. He had cleaned his house until it was spotless three times, read ever book he has and watched every film. He was finally ready to go out and do something. His mind drifted back, back to the days of his intense training and strange drugs. 2 and a half years of his life passed in a flash. But eventually they released him.
He had picked up a trick or two in his time there, But the experience left his body much weaker. Feeling much more somber than you were 5 seconds ago, you idly ponder what you should do next.
Status: Fine.
Skills: +1 to Techniques and Guns, -1 to Endurance.
Inventory:
- Track suit pants [Wallet (ID {Sam Verse, 25}, Credit Card, Coupons), some gum]
You finish typing up your form on the portable laptop you carry around with you, before closing it. You look around at your new house, a single bedroom with a bathroom in the corner. The paint is peeling, and you can hear mice squealing. In fact, you only chose this place because it's free, and you needed a place to lose heat for a while after the last barfight wherein authorities were called. It's been a month now, though, it should be safe to leave again. Although, you guess you did
use a bit too much strength. Your impressive height coupled with that must of been what caused him to call the cops. But because of this, you find yourself pretty slow sometimes. You slip your laptop under your arm, and wonder what to do next.
Status: Fine.
Skills: +1 to Strength and Intimidation, -1 to Speed.
Inventory:
- Track suit pants [Wallet (Fake ID {Phillip Johnson, 30}, Credit card, coupons, 500$) Gum]
- Arm [Laptop]
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