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[Acanthus117]

scream "WOLVERINES!!!!" and stab that ugly Commufucker!

[Duke 2.0]

 Clearly the only thing one can do: Toss a grenade towards the group, drop another at your feet, and get the hell outta dodge. And by dodge I mean the explosive shitstorm you are about to unleash.

 Also, consume design change idea: Affix Babe Ruthless to backpack and have the Flag flowing freely in the breeze. Use Trench Broom as weapon. The Chicago Piano is American enough of a weapon to use.

[Blargityblarg]

Detach knife, throw at CommuSatan.

[Pandarsenic]

Clearly the only thing one can do: Toss a grenade towards the group, drop another at your feet, and get the hell outta dodge. And by dodge I mean the explosive shitstorm you are about to unleash.

[Jackrabbit]

You remove two grenades from your pack, drop one, hurl the other, and run. You're halfway up the stairs before the soldier reaches them - he started running when he saw you, and he manages to squeeze off one shot before a massive explosion destroys him. The bullet cuts deeply along your arm. Holy hell that hurts! You manage to make it to the top of the stairs before dropping onto the ground. Panting, you take Babe and tie her to your backpack. The American flag will fly freely! You wield the Thompson, and then jump out of the window into the garbage skip. Damn, you can feel yourself coming down. The 'Valium' never seems to last very long.

What do you do?

Wounded:
Left arm (deep scratch)

Wearing:
Damaged cashier's apron
Mask of Sensibility
Stained but still sensible pants
Sensible shoes

Inventory:
Wallet ($90)
Wrist Watch (9:01)
Valium (too much)
Scum
Sock ($1000)
Colt 45 (0/0)
Babe Ruthless (PATRIOTIC) (proficient) (bayonet)
Backpack (unknown)
Water bottle (full)

Wielding - Thompson (30/5) (both hands) (average)

Mental State:
Oh wow, this does not feel in the least bit good.

Note: You are now coming off your 'Valium' high. You will feel depressed for about ten minutes, during which time you will have a low rate of success for actions, and taking 'Valium' again within the hour will have... consequences. Taking one pill is usually enough anyway, for future reference.

Alright, updates will be few and far between between now and tomorrow. Thanks for making this so enjoyable so far.

[Criptfeind]

Take "Valium" we cab stop when we are safe.

[Pandarsenic]

We don't need valium now. Do not take another.

We'll move somewhere relatively safe to recover and calm down while barricaded in. We need to make it to 10:01, then we can pop a valium if and only if we need to. From 9:11 (oh the irony) onward, it'll at least be safe to move.

[Virroken]

>>BOY, CONSUME THE VALIUM.

[Pandarsenic]

>>BOY, CONSUME THE VALIUM VIRROKEN.

The last thing we need is to have a bad trip now.

Abusing drugs is Unamerican!

[Archangel]

You've been meaning to take it to the bank, but you just haven't found the time, what with your baseball and apple pie eating contests.

Mmm. Delicious baseball-and-apple pie.

Also, don't take any more "Valium". Look around instead.

[Zorgn]

Make sure the gun's safety is off, and look back downstairs. If everyone's dead/gone, loot the place for bubblegum.

[Jackrabbit]

Make sure the gun's safety is off, and look back downstairs. If everyone's dead/gone, loot the place for bubblegum.

Remember, you're currently in a skip outside.

[Jackrabbit]

You clamber out of the skip. Oh man, you're really not feeling all that great at all. You look around. You are in a small alley between two buildings. Directly opposite you is the backdoor to a diner and above you, the sky is a bloated, sickly yellow and has a ragged beige gash running through it. Hardly the colour of American sky. Disgustingly Communistical, quite frankly. You stumble across and push your way inside the diner, holding the Thompson out in front of you. Nobody's home. You're in a well stocked kitchen, but the room looks like it's going to be in a lot of strife soon, as the cooks fled before they had finished cooking. An appauling lack of basic saftey, really. You lock the door behind you and lock the door to the dining area. Safe... ish, you guess. You do not feel well, not at all.

What do you do?

Wearing:
Damaged cashier's apron
Mask of Sensibility
Stained but still sensible pants
Sensible shoes

Inventory:
Wallet ($90)
Wrist Watch (9:03)
Valium (too much)
Scum
Sock ($1000)
Colt 45 (0/0)
Babe Ruthless (PATRIOTIC) (proficient) (bayonet)
Backpack (unknown)
Water bottle (full)

Wielding - Thompson (both hands) (average)

Mental State:
Aaaaaargh. Argh.

[Archangel]

Look through the backpack.

[NUKE9.13]

Search diner for some proper American apple pie
Consume Pie if found