So... after remembering my relatively sex-laden childhood for no apparent reason, I think I'm going to venture forth from the homeless shelter for an indeterminable period of time, but it will evidently be less than one day. I think I'll just head downtown and check out the apartments.
Specifically, the Obama apartments. Cuz' I figure Obama is a way cool name.
So, with the possible exception of aesthetic appeal, why are there so many exits? Really, I only need one. Then again, I suppose that a) it IS an apartment and aesthetics are important, and b) it makes sense to be able to leave in any direction once physically outside the building.
Including diagonally, a direction I cannot for the life of me figure out how to move in. Curse you, digi-physics, curse you.
Ooh! Ooh! A sign! That I read in exactly the same way I would hypothetically destroy factory equipment.
Well that's useful. Now if only I had 500 more dollars and no expenses, I could afford that. Well, I suppose I'll just press on and talk to everyone I meet about how much conservatism sucks and liberalism rocks.
That was fast. One step in and I've already been accosted by three people. And, since I happen to know that fashion designers are important people...
Score! Moving right along. Hey look, more people! These ones are all liberal, so...
Okay let's just try that again.
Yaaaay. Nothing quite like inconsistent civil law enforcement to get fashion designers to 'come over later tonight' so they can make me clothing for the rest of forever. Continuing on once again (I tried to persuade the journalist but he blew me off)
Well no shit sherlock, of course corporations are part of capitalism. What I'm trying to explain here is that they're BAD. Oh hell with it, bye.
Doc... that makes no sense.
See, this guy here knows what it's all about. Once again moving on...
Wow, I honestly didn't expect that pick-up line to work. I guess I'm just that drop-dead sexy.
Dude. I like, JUST said. INNOCENTS. Jeez (fascist bastard)
Damn. It worked on that fashion designer on the ground floor... I don't get it.
"Oh RAELLEH"
"Yeah, really!"
"Sweet, where? I wanna see this!"
"Dammit!"
Alright, I've had it, I'm leaving. Time to score with all of my dates.
Damn. Well, guess I'm sleeping by myself...
*two days later*
Huh. Imagine that. Well, I'm gonna go break into somewheres to get my 5 juice back. "Hey door!"
"What"
"Where do birds go to get food and booze?"
"Iuno"
"A CROWBAR!"
Now I just need a "that was easy" button. Now, in order to get my juice back, I need to destroy at least three machines... preferably without getting caught and killed.
I'm not doing too hot.
Allow me to revise that statement. I suck at this. Time to leave.
On the plus side, I now have someone, anyone on my team. And they're willing and able to make me clothes.
Specifically THESE clothes.
Anyway... at some point in the near future, I'm going to need to recruit a gunslinger/thief person, a computer whiz, and a graffiti artist (probably a hippie).