Begin my journey to Florida.
[5] You book a flight, though it just about cleans out your bank account.
darn no shrink ray or other such reduction technology... mick shall have to devise a plan to build one...
Mick shall wear his new suit/body armor/costume and check the crate for a harness or holster to store his Tesla rifle in.
He shall then hide the purple kryptonite magical amethyst ring somewhere in his hotel room.
after such loot related matters are attended to mick shall boot up his laptop and search for possible sources of the various types of phlebotinum and locations where he might find the necessary tools and machinery to manipulate it.
he shall also search his maps for nice large caverns or cisterns under the city where he could set up a temporary secret base before cautiously making his way to the possible sites and checking to see if any are already occupied.
[6] He finds a large number of places offering to sell him anything from "Canned Superpowers" to ancient magical artifacts in exchange for small payments, or even for free if you fill out the application.
Same action.
[4] You wake up. You seem to be in some kind of van.
-snip-
Sleep. When a state of wakefulness is achieved, check newspaper ads for any superperson-making test subject want ads, if there are any.
Snoring. [6] You have a dream which, for the sake of avoiding violating the forum rules, I will simply say involves Ozkar, a girl who turns out to be a succubus, and no clothing.
Finally, a chance to bring justice!
Head to the scene of the crime with all possible haste, and confront the villain and his henchmen (dealing with the henchmen first)
(would normally try a more stealthy approach, but I'd rather not risk missing the action)
[2] Darn traffic! By the time you're there, the villain has fled.
Yes, bad traffic as night is falling. Rush hour got held up by some terrakinetic villain.
Ugghhhh. Great. Useless cops.
Smash something nearby in frustration, then stomp off angrily. Continue walking around the city in search of the demon.
Edit: Actually, lets grab some snacks while we're here as well. All this demon hunting business got me hungry.
[2] No available snack carts, perhaps due to the hour of day. Aw.
[5] You demolish a mailbox in anger.
[2] You find no trace of the demon.
-snip-
Irving sighs, makes an attempt to look at an imaginary watch on his forearm, and leaves the bank. Now where to? Hm... Supplies, yes, that would be good. Its been a while since he's bought food. Now where is the blasted store though?...But he realizes he needs money to purchase food, as after all he buys a very select amount and physical cash is harder to trace than credit or debit. Irving heads back into the bank and waits in line, when at the teller asks to make a withdraw of... Oh, a hundred should do.
You withdraw the money.
Get to main controls, let out prisoners.
[3,5] You spend a while, but eventually find some controls. You free a cell block of prisoners.
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