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[DinosaurusRex_x]

Some other schmuck is trying to be funny over the internet,
What do you do?

Invent a way to punch him through the computer screen.

Instantly become a billionaire.

[Fniff]

Turn off computer.

Look outside.

(Time to enact a plot, or at least a series of comedic events!)

[ein]

You turn off your monitor (can't shut down because you need to seed your torrents) and look out the high window in your basement abode.
You can't really see anything because it's the middle of winter and there's snow outside.
You decide to walk upstairs and look out the door, but on the way out, you encounter D̵̡̢̠̫̻͠ͅe͎͇͙͇͉̗͎͚̫̫̘̯̟͘͢a̵҉̵̰̣͉̯̤̫̼͕͚͍̘̥͔͖̱̫̹r̵͟͞͠҉̺̥̗̪͙͍̰̟͔̼͎̜̬e̢̹̼̱̱̱̞͎̝͟s͢͡͏̞̹̘͙̝̞t҉̻͖̦̭͈̥̝̗̯͔̝̺͚̭̣̭̙͔̀̀̕ ̸̨͙̫̼̙̪̬̯͙̱̩̭M̴̦̗̝̫̯̳̪͖̞̱͎͓̯͓̠̀ͅó͎̙̲̭̗̦͙̺̳̰͉̀̕t̢̼̫̞̹͍̩̩͍̱̻̟̬͈̬́͜͡͠h̷͚̻̞͙̪̦͈̞͢e͢҉̴̫̳̫͎̖̮̘̥̺͚̯̱̤ŕ̜̪̯̠̮̰̩͎͓͓͜͝ͅ.

[Fniff]

Oh God...

Zalgo.

Get out through the window! Even if it leads to death, it's better then D̵̡̢̠̫̻͠ͅe͎͇͙͇͉̗͎͚̫̫̘̯̟͘͢a̵҉̵̰̣͉̯̤̫̼͕͚͍̘̥͔͖̱̫̹r̵͟͞͠҉̺̥̗̪͙͍̰̟͔̼͎̜̬e̢̹̼̱̱̱̞͎̝͟s͢͡͏̞̹̘͙̝̞t҉̻͖̦̭͈̥̝̗̯͔̝̺͚̭̣̭̙͔̀̀̕ ̸̨͙̫̼̙̪̬̯͙̱̩̭M̴̦̗̝̫̯̳̪͖̞̱͎͓̯͓̠̀ͅ

[DinosaurusRex_x]

Dodge.

Do a barrel roll if possible.

[ein]

You do a barrel roll towards the door and encounter a stroke of luck as your father walks in.
You have successfully made it Outside.
You stand up and brush off a little bit of snow that got on your jacket.

[Fniff]

Realize you have been inside for two months.

Then, look around.

[ein]

Ah yes, the all-too-familiar cul-de-sac.
The epitome of Suburbia, yet only a ten minute walk from Downtown.
It's only around 18 o'clock, but it's already dark out.
You're the only one outside, except for the stray kitty that you always feed through the grate to the ventilation duct she lives in.
You remember that you have some kitty treats in your pocket and give one to the cat.

[breadbocks]

Wonder why a few dozen boxes with sundry marks on the outside are so threatening.

[Fniff]

Check inventory, then head downtown.

[ein]

You shortly contemplate the terrors of living in Suburbia, but quickly banish the thought.
It's just too horrifying why anybody would choose to live here...
You then decide to go Downtown, so you check your pockets.
You have your wallet with 150 generic monetary units and your driver's license in one one pants pocket.
In the other, you have a Sharpie and a mechanical pencil, .5mm lead.
In your jacket pockets, you have kitty treats and ticket stubs from when you went to see a movie about two and a half months ago.
Ten minutes later, you arrive at the Courthouse that marks the centre of Downtown.

[Fniff]

Look for shops to get a job to increase generic units!

[ein]

Through some miraculous thought you consider getting a job.
The only place that would conceivably hire you is the Friendly Local Gaming Store, but they're not hiring right now.
Of course, you enter anyway, mostly to stare at dice and 40k models.

[Fniff]

Shoplift 40k model, sell it on the gamer black market.

[ein]

You contemplate stealing some models, but you aren't nearly skilled enough to do that.