Sl4cker:Dream. Dream until I wake up.
You dream of a long, dark tunnel. There is a light at the end, and as you approach it, you turn around. You see the Grand Ol' Urbs behind you, surrounded by the Six Districts of Suburbia, and beyond that, the unknown of the Rural Frontier.
And you sense many lives, so many lives wasted by other souls. Perhaps you can make better use of them than their current owners.
Choose, or Die...---
Mlamlah:Regretfully whisper apologies for the panicked attack. Go to the breaker boxes and begin randomly flipping switches. Then run away.
[6] Through your teary eyes, you can tell that the innocent, unjustly-murdered victim of unnecessary panic is no longer breathing.
You get up, and flip a random switch.
[3] However, biological beings are notoriously unreliable for making truly random choices, so subconsciously, you settled on the begin red one with the skull next to it.
[11] Luckily, a quick psychoanalysis uncovers the otherwise-fatal, unconsciously-suppressed mistake just in time for you to dodge the bolt of electricity that flies out from the breaker box, and strikes the sole light-bulb in the room (because: physics), and extinguishes it.
[3] As you try to flee the room, you trip on the body of your slaughtered compatriot, and hit your face on one of the 1.21 gigawatt breaker boxes. While power is still coursing through.
See description above.---
Detoxicated:Ask for mercy and for fine clothes
[4] You beg for about a minute before you realize the store is closed on Mondays.
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Nunzillor:((Worth a try at least!))
"Ouch. Must have left that in my other jacket..."
No matter. Get out of sight of the cop, hijack a car, and pursue the escaping cab.
VIPER:THIS IS THE VIPER! STAND AWAY![3] You remain oblivious to the remarks of the car.
[7] After a minute of fiddling with the lock, you hear the sound of police sirens approaching.