Jeez, a lot more work than I thought before I could get to this. Also, someone linked me a webcomic. But nevertheless!
Well then! We've got the heroin, time to sell it to trustworthy people! People we know who would appreciate the magnificent gift that is good heroin. And this is going to be the good stuff, make no mistake. We don't give the weak shit to our more trustworthy customers.
(4) You begin finding customers, since miraculously no one has been selling heroine in the craphole that is your neighborhood. You start with some of the less happy students at your school and some homeless loners. Excellent...
Fuuuuuuucccckkkk.... 2 choices - run to the screams, or run from them. Well, I am gonna be blamed either way. At least running to them will allow me to do some good in helping.
Run to the screams - look to see if I can help with the dogs in any way
(1)You find your fellows and your boss cornered by several large dogs, screaming and cursing incessantly and barely holding them back with mop handles and steel yardsticks. You rush in and try to distract them somehow, but they all turn on you! (4) Fortunately, your intervention does allow your co-workers to grab collars and tranq darts, and they manage to subdue the dogs before you are completely torn to shreds.
Your left arm and shoulder are pretty torn up, but at least they didn't get any thing vital. Through the pain and, later, befuddlement at the local anesthetics from the first aid kit, you understand that you probably shouldn't come back here or expect your next paycheck. The next several minutes are a blur as they stitch you up one of your coworkers drives you home, and you'll probably have to sit and rest for a bit before you can think clearly about anything.
EXAMINE TRUCK CONTENTS
DRIVE TO DOCKS, SEEK UNUSED WAREHOUSE
(6) Aside from that sound station you picked up, there's a locked briefcase, some generators, and a shit ton of gascans. You're starting to wonder how heavily this will be missed. (4) After swinging by your place and hurriedly (well, as quick as you can with all that heavy electronic stuff) load up your entire collection before heading off to the waterfront district, where you have no trouble locating an abandoned warehouse, what with the economy the way it is.
You're done with this all this shit. You've got all your stuff and enough electricity for it all. ITS TIME FOR SOME YOU TIME.
"I don't think there is anything here you could use. However, I saw another garage five blocks east. It is larger than this one and I am recalling correctly, it was closed. If you want one that is open, I had seen one seven blocks south of that. Either of those would work better," Maddox said.
Wait for response. Listen for sirens.
(6) You listen to his response, and allow him to search the place for tools. He promptly sets off the burglar alarm, which you could have sworn was disabled when you came in.
"I'll keep that in mind, but would you let me just take a quick look through here for some tools? It wouldn't take long at all."
"Agree to, and actually go through, with meeting me at Gilligan's Bar, on the north side of the warehouse districts in seven hours," Maddox replied, naming one of the areas that the members were allowed to go to get new 'converts'. "Then I will allow you to search the garage."
Ed thinks it over for a moment.
"Eh, works for me."
Stopping off at a bar's easy enough, and it's not like he has to do much more than that. Might even get a free drink or two out of this.
Ed slips his club into the golfbag, and begins looking through the garage for the tools necessary to make his lovely golf club into a ridiculous implement of electrical death.
(1) You yank open a particularly stuck drawer, somehow managing to set off a burglar alarm which didn't trip when you broke in.
Drive to wherever I was driving.
"Come to think of it, where am I now, anyway?"
(2) You keep driving, but you won't be at the pawn shop for some time. You were headed to one to spend your last $900 on stuff that might help you steal manga.
Give a long speech about my plan to create a dwarven fortress, and explain I need fellow dwarves to assist me in my task.
(4) Though obviously insane, your speech is charismatic enough, and the other "dwarves" confused and disoriented enough, that they actually listen to you. They figure they'll play along for now, since they have no idea how to get out of here.
"Good sir, you are simply much too violent! If you cannot keep your temper, I'm afraid we cannot collaborate on making Gotham a better place. Please, try and calm down."
If they Belgian calms down, invite him with me. If he doesn't seem to calm down, leave our meeting.
Then go to the nearest fine cheese store and enter, examine the store.
(3) The Belgian, a woman of gargantuan stature, is more agreeable in person than her internet rage would have suggested, but sadly you do still think she might turn violent with slight provocation. However, you still think she would make a fine ally. You talk over light dinner and some horrifically substandard wine.
(5) She agrees to come with you to the nearest gourmet cheese shop, as it will prove the points he made earlier. And right she is! Phah! These "genuine cheeses" are nothing but Quebecoise and New England imitations! An insult to the culture!
"Hrm."
Theodore stood in the guest room with hands on hips, staring absently out the window and pondering his next move.
It was time to make a start, even if a small one.
Take stock of just what kitchen appliances I have, checking if there are any expendable ones that I could fashion into a helmet, then look up places for rent in Gotham with my phone. Inspect photos of the interiors, and try to judge when their current tenants would be moving out.
Also, mentally assess where Pete's wife would land on the Babe-o-meter.
(2) You don't really have anything you could spare to turn into apparel. A mixer, a blender, a toaster, a couple hand-cranked whisks, a medium-sized bin of spatulas and other utensils, and of course your precious complete set of pans, carefully squirreled away from the restaurant over the years. You really which you had a collander...
(5) You only have $600, but if you could get some income, and income flowing in, there's a relatively nice place with plenty of kitchen space you could afford to rent nearby.
(4) According to the scales given by that one magazine you read, Maxine would rate about a 7/10. You're glad neither her nor Pete seemed to notice you checking this.