Mlamlah:You find yourself standing at a railing, looking at a river. As it flows under the concrete upon which you stand, a raven is perched on that same railing, not too far away. You feel like you shouldn't be here.
Welcome to Suburbia, District 6, St. Nepenthe's Hydroelectric Dam.---
Detoxicated:Throw some trash at the taxicab
[9] You throw a nearby beer bottle at the rear of the car. It hits the license plate with a resounding shatter.
You hear a drunken, stuporous voice, from farther down the alleyway:
"Stop the damn clatter. Don't make me kill you, meboy."Please choose a more visible color---
Nunzillor:Sam glanced at the customer.
Nice wardrobe, buddy.
"Great day, huh? So where are you headed?"
Ask the guy where he wants to go. Skip the smalltalk.
[4] He pulls a high-caliber sub-machine gun out of the folds of his trenchcoat.
"It's going to be great day with a red, misty sunset if you don't get me to the District 6 Dam in 10 minutes!
And turn off those damn high beams!"[6] You recognize the location as
St. Nepenthe's Dam:
Location:
Suburbia: District 6
Arrival Times
Legal Speed: ~15 min
Enforced Speed: ~12 min
Risky Speed: ?[3] You might have finished your thought process if it weren't for the sound of shattering glass on back of your car. Impulsively, you take a sharp turn into the other lane, then overcompensate for this, by swerving back and and onto the sidewalk. You notice the mustachioed man has dropped his weapon on the floor of the car, and is swearing viciously under his breath.