You decide to hijack an airplane. Slowly but surely, you put the entire plane under your command, via slipping hypno drugs into drinks and other trickery. You command your new pilots to land in Finland. The flight takes a while, but you play bad-ass music the whole way, so it's all fine. That, and wear bad-ass sunglasses. You finally land in... the United States? Disgusted by the capitalism around you, you quickly begin weaving a sphere of communism, and soon the U.S. is the next Soviet Union. You move your empire into Canada, leading the army personally while mounted on the world's only unicorn.
That was a fun daydream. But you're hungry, and no amount of imaginary borscht will change that. Crime probably would, if you can get away with it. Why, just the other day you witnessed a successful crime. The vandal got hold of 42 credits and a shiny watch. Wait, that just happened.
Anyway, if this experience taught you anything, it's that crime pays. You leave the safety of the alley for a more public area, and try to snatch someone's fanny pack. "Theif!" you hear someone scream. The police officer right near the scene seems to notice. Sh**.
Now what?
Hypnodisk
Fanny pack
500 Euros
Ushanka (worn)
Trench coat (worn)
Undershirt (worn)
Pants (worn)
Underwear (worn)
Manly boots (worn)
Location: Sidewalk
Skill: 1.2
Mood: Scared, hungry
Followers: None